Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131220001148/@comment-11457306-20131221004242

Paris wove her melodies around Anwen's and together they rocked the house. During the dance tunes the people reeled themselves breathless. Then they collapsed and listened raptly as Anwen's sultry voice sang ballads. When she sang 'Tale of the Toungues' there was not a dry eye in the Inn. Paris accompanied with such silvery sweet tones on the flute that they made hearts ache.

We need to both join the entertainment, thought Anwen.

They played until they could barely stand and Anwen was going hoarse. Then they both took a bow and excused themselves, much to the disappointment of the crowd.