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[minstrel-show.livejournal.com]

...where are they? You can't entirely be sure.

A jingle here.

A twang over there.

A flash of a hat too large to be anything but ridiculous...and yet still, they evade your sight.

It's Wednesday. Yes, oh, yes, it's Wednesday.

Fear.

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[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht spins around at the first verse.

Well, she tries to spin around. The rapid movement is too much for her still-developing balance skills and she winds up falling on her butt with a loud THUD and winds up listening to the rest of the song from the floor.

"Ouch," she says ruefully, then looks up at the Minstrels with narrowed eyes.

"Be glad my fine motor control is terrible," she says. "Or else I would throw things at you."

[minstrel-show.livejournal.com]

The strum of indiscernable medieval string instrument most certainly wasn't a cackle.

No, never.

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht sighs and climbs to her feet.

"If you must provide a musical accompanyment, may I request something slightly more modern? Do you know any Klingon opera?"

[minstrel-show.livejournal.com]

A discordant note.

They look at her distastefully.

Robin, were he here, would be running. This, however, isn't an indication of much.

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

She sighs and goes about hunting for sick patrons.

"Well, there's no accounting for taste."