Easter Song (with an impending battle twist)

[16:02] Linwe (Linwe Zifanwe) turns to Swith

[16:02] Linwe (Linwe Zifanwe) says 'Did ye no ahve summat for us too?'

[16:02] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) nods, and hiccups.

[16:03] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) puts the bottle away and finds her lute in her tattered sack.

[16:03] Emyly Beaumont smiles anticpating a song worthy of the great bard that Swith is

[16:03] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) tunes up a while: Aye... well I thought among the misery o' what's been goin' on around 'ere I'd sing a diversion about the season...

[16:04] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) says 'So it be... yer know. About spring an' all that..'

[16:04] Linwe (Linwe Zifanwe) nods

[16:04] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) begins a tune, thinking of the words.

[16:04] Emyly Beaumont nods in agreement: a spring song will be pleasant ot hear

[16:05] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) coughs a bit and starts up: ♫ So ‘ere ‘tis Spring, tha’ time o’ year

When all the birds start singin’. ♫

[16:05] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ (First thing in’t morn, after a beer,

It leaves yer ears a-ringin’..) ♫

[16:05] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ Now: each folk ‘olds their favourite myths,

‘Bout what goes on in Spring, ♫

[16:05] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ But this one be me favourite one,

So shuddup an’ I’ll sing… ♫

[16:05] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) coughs again and sings: ♫ The goddess walked upon the grass,

A-breathin’ breath o’ life… ♫

[16:06] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ An’ each thing woke as she did pass:

Each ‘edgehog, and ‘is wife… ♫

[16:06] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ As she were singin’ ta the trees,

She ‘eard a little…. “cheep!” ♫

[16:06] Linwe (Linwe Zifanwe) smiles widely

[16:06] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ She bent ta rifle through some leaves

An’ lyin’ in a heap - ♫

[16:06] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ There were a tremblin’ little bird –

Pathetic lookin’ thing. ♫

[16:06] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ She looked – an’ then exclaimed: “My word…

What ‘appened ta yer wing?” ♫

[16:07] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ The bird looked up wi’ quiverin’ beak

An’ showed a wing all bent. ♫

[16:07] Emyly Beaumont lets out her breath: oooo

[16:07] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ In little voice, it ‘gan ta speak:

“I’s all injured an’ spent!” ♫

[16:07] Emyly Beaumont says: poor birdie

[16:07] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ “Please kindly goddess – ‘ave an ‘eart…

I’s stuck an’ can nah fly.” ♫

[16:07] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ “It’s cold beneath this shrubbery

An’ I shall surely die!” ♫

[16:07] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) hiccups and sings: ♫ The goddess she did roll ‘er eyes

An’ bent closer ta say: ♫

[16:08] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ “I’d usually shout ‘that’s yer lot’

But I’s in good cheer today…” ♫

[16:08] Linwe (Linwe Zifanwe) listens intently at this most uunusal offering from Swith

[16:08] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ An’ so she knelt an’ rubbed ‘er ‘ands,

An’ laid ‘em on the bird. ♫

[16:08] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ She shut ‘er eyes an’ uttered quiet

Some ancient magic word. ♫

[16:08] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ The bird began ta twitch an’ flop

An’ made a funny sound… ♫

[16:08] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ It suddenly began ta change

Its beak became more round… ♫

[16:09] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ Where once were feathers, fur did sprout

An’ whiskers ta the north… ♫

[16:09] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ The wings shrunk back ta little arms

An’ great hind legs came forth… ♫

[16:09] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ Then on its head, where was a crest

O’ feathers standin’ proud ♫

[16:09] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ Came two long ears – the bird took breath

An’ yelled: “Fer cryin’ out loud…!” ♫

[16:09] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ “Yer’s turned me to a bloody hare!”

The goddess she guffaws, ♫

[16:09] Emyly Beaumont smiles

[16:10] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ Ta see the hare a-boxin’ air

Ta test its new-found paws. ♫

[16:10] Linwe (Linwe Zifanwe) laughs

[16:10] Ancient One (2ks Gears) smiles showing his teeth

[16:10] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ “Methinks as such yer’ll better fare,”

The gigglin’ goddess said. ♫

[16:10] saia Tigerpaw snuggles intot h warth of er mates wing

[16:10] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ She ‘gan ta speak, the happy hare,

But stopped, stock-still instead… ♫

[16:10] Mandi Tiponi giggles, setling bak

[16:10] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ Her long ears pinned back like a dog’s

That's caught wi’ someone's lunch. ♫

[16:10] Mandi Tiponi: *back

[16:10] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ She peered round fearfully at ‘er rump

‘Er back arched in a hunch… ♫

[16:11] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ Then suddenly, out plopped an egg,

But nah a normal hue… ♫

[16:11] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ What lay beneath the great hind leg

Was pink, an’ green, an’ blue… ♫

[16:11] Linwe (Linwe Zifanwe) arcs a brow

[16:11] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ The hare blinked up quite quizzically.

The goddess took the egg, ♫

[16:11] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ Which caught the sun all colourfully.

The hare began ta beg: ♫

[16:11] Vasil Danick smirks

[16:11] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ “Kind miss… what do yer mean by this?

A birdy, egg-layin’ hare…?” ♫

[16:12] Emyly Beaumont giggles

[16:12] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ The goddess gave the hare a kiss

An’ chuckled: “You are rare…” ♫

[16:12] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ “For the gift o’ life I gave

You must do this for me…” ♫

[16:12] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ “Lay these eggs to mark the spring

So mortal folk may see…” ♫

[16:12] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ “’ow blessed they be for fertile land

An’ thawin’ o’ the ice…” ♫

[16:12] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ “For if it weren’t fer MY fair ‘and,

Things would nah be so nice…” ♫

[16:13] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ So to this day, th’reluctant hare

Comes round ta lay ‘er gifts. ♫

[16:13] Ancient One (2ks Gears) enjoys the muisc

[16:13] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ Remindin’ us ta get ta work

As the veil o’ winter lifts… ♫

[16:13] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) pauses and grins, then continues: ♫ Yer see, in truth, we’s stronger

When the land be on our side… ♫

[16:13] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ So if needs be ta raise our arms

An’ inta battle stride… ♫

[16:13] Linwe (Linwe Zifanwe) grins widely

[16:13] Emyly Beaumont: /mr claps her hand: that is a wonderful tale Swith

[16:13] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ In bold defence o’ friends an’ land,

That every man ‘ere shares… ♫

[16:14] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) sings: ♫ The enemies shall crumble and

We’ll take back what’s nah theirs. ♫

[16:14] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) grins and finishes her tune with a flourish.

[16:14] Linwe (Linwe Zifanwe) says 'I ash always said she be more elven than some elvfs'

[16:14] Emyly Beaumont syas: Yes! I want ot help get the twins back to the land

[16:14] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) blinks at Linwe: Eh...?

[16:14] Ancient One (2ks Gears) flaps his wings " well done swith , very nice"

[16:14] Justine Moyet claps with a smile

[16:15] saia Tigerpaw: bravo

[16:15] Emyly Beaumont grins widely: a wonderful tale

[16:15] Swith the Scop (Cyneswith Luik) tips her head, finding her bottle in her boot again: Glad yer all likes it...