[RE] The light above for laughter below

Luxere Many had gathered and were gathering still, in the Rathskeller. As such many luxere had followed, standing outside the street-entrance as well as the many windows which looked in to the floors above. Not all the luxere were pleased to be here however ... with in there were dark magic users of plenty, and even a man who had killed one of their own. Still, bound by herd mentality where a few went, the majority decided to follow. Still, the deer were more skiddish than normal, their lights bleeding and flickering as they settled in. The Rathskeller has attracted a LARGE HERD but they seem very unsettled!

lily from what i’ve tasted of desire i hold with those who favor fire Lily had noticed on her way in that the Luxere that were starting to gather seemed restless; lowing and moving about as if uneasy with… something. She made a mental note to try and find an opportunity somewhere between when most people were in and all the people were in to go out and… what? Soothe them? Try to convince them to stick around for her? It’s folly, but she’s had encouraging results from all her previous trials. So the redhead tries to slip out unnoticed, wearing only enough to keep her warm for a song or two. As she ascends to the ground level, the performer opens her mouth for yet another one of Robert Burns’ poems-turned-song. A sadder one, but it has a particularly enchanting melody. Hopefully she’s timed this well enough - not too late to attract the monsters with noise, and just in case it fails - not so early as to have witnesses to let them all know it was her who doomed them. Quietly, half to herself and half to the assembled reindeer, she sings to attempt to calm them down - trying to minimize herself until there is nothing but the song. “Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot and auld lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne. We’ll take a cup of kindness yet For auld lang syne We two have run about the slopes And picked the daisies fine But we’ve wandered many a weary foot Since auld lang syne…”

Luxere The herd paws, a few bellowing their nervousness. However as Lily appears, not quite virginal in this tableau but close enough, they do their best to turn their collective attention towards her. Her singing calms them somewhat, but there is danger inside... ...darkness. They sense it. But they calm slightly.