Open [The Herald's Arms] Today will be Different

[Lyrri Snowsong]

*(Mac has decided to retire, so we'll try and keep going without her. )

Success!

Lyrri spun back around as she reached the stage to see the angry girl standing in the same place as before. The foreign woman came up to her, said something with a flirtatious look. Had she thought... ? Oh! Whoops! Regardless, the mohawk's scowl only deepened- if that was even possible- and she stormed off in a huff.

Lyrri frowned shamefacedly. I didn't mean to run her off...

She looked at the singer sitting at the bar, and waves of blue swam through her changing eyes. And I ruined her final song, didn't I?

She looked down to see the bright green ball, the bane of her existence, and sighed. I'll have to get that back, eventually.

Each of these thoughts grew louder and louder, nearly taking over all her confidence and cheer as she was stared at by a mob of confused, shocked, and irate Sylirans. She looked out with a nervous orange floating in her irises and an uncertain grimace on her face, unsure what to do. Maybe she should just leave and hope everything would be better tomorrow. Maybe she should go to the bar with the singer and explain how sorry she was. Maybe she should let the sailors have that ball as a parting gift. Maybe she should prepare to leave the city altogether, and spare herself the shame of being fired. Maybe... Maybe...

Oh, well.

Suddenly she grinned. Casting out all of her unpleasant thoughts, she reached down agilely into her boot, popping back up just as quick with her carved wooden flute in hand. She straightened up, brushed herself off, and made eye contact with as many patrons as possible. Her eyes finally rested on the less-than-friendly Ke-something and the quickly approaching girl as she spoke.

"Sorry for all the commotion," she proclaimed in a loud, shockingly cheerful voice. "But I'm ready to start, if you'd care to listen!"

Without another thought she closed her now-green eyes, relaxed her smile, and brought the instrument to her lips. Today she would start with... Parrsni's melody. Her favorite, learned from her mentor in Avanthal. Now she stifled her smile, the very thing that would ruin the piece, and played the first calming note.

[Khepri]

The Vantha performer was far too bubbly for Khepri's taste. Her happy go luckiness, almost wanted the Eypharian to puke but showed no sign of it other than a straight poker face. Lyrri, as Khepri remembered her name to be, quickly made it to the stage, apologized then pulled a wooden flute out of her shoe.

"She cant seriously be about to play that thing.. It came out of her shoe!" Khepri scoffed behind her fan. The Vantha was only proving to the four arm women how uncivilized she truly was.

Lyrri slowly brought the flute to her mouth and closed her eyes. Khepri wasn't familiar with tune she played but was surprised at the girls skills, the slow melodies and intricate parts showed her dedication and time spent to her instrument. That much at least redeemed some points she just lost with the 'flute-in-the-shoe' in Khepri's book.

The dancer had never actually held still and just listen to her play before. And to be honest, she would never volunteer to listen, if the music didnt have her entranced. She was always doing something whether it be occupied upstairs, or entertaining patrons down here, between her turn on the stage herself.

However it was hard for Khepri to admit she was actually enjoying the song but because the Vantha would occasionally look in her direction; she wasn't about to let her see she was.