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...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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A twang.

Footsteps.

A jingle that seems to echo in a space too large for such a thing.

A few notes played on a stringed instrument, sweet but ending in discordance.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna straightens, nostrils flaring as she glances around the room.

The noise reminds her vaguely of the din of big court dinners, just before everyone grows quiet and settles in for the evening's entertainment.

Myles would lurch drunkenly back to his seat.

And then? The ballads would start.

She twitches a bit.

It might be silly, but she always prefers hiding elsewhere when the music starts.*

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Smart girl.

Is that the ominous howl of a wolf?

No. It is, however, a badly maintained woodwind of some sort.

Which one is really scarier, if you think about it?





Another jingle.

The sound of someone breathing in.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna shivers. Annoyed at herself, she rubs the back of her neck and moves closer to the stairs, always keeping her back to the wall.

A low howl. The Royal Forest in Winter.

Scowling, she decides to stop being silly and leaps out in front of the stair well... only to scare a patron coming back from the bathroom. Apologizing, she flushes and resumes her search for whatever is causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand up with that infernal noise.

A breath.*

I hear you. *Alanna whispers.* Show yourself!

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Lovely Sir Alanna
Who jumps at bells and pipes
Afraid of her own shadow
Lovely, brave Alanna...
We won't come out from the dark
Cause you'll hit us with a sword.
And that really hurts,
Sir Alanna.
And you'll twist our spleens
And you'll kick all our shins
And you'll perpendicular line our poor ears
And you'll eat out our gizzards
And comment on our haircuts...
Scary scary scary Sir Alanna...

[the_lioness]

*Alanna's eye twitches as she looks behind Bar and under tables.*

I will find you. Don't think I won't. *She growls.* And when I do, I'm going to shove that lute or whatever other instrument you are mangling where... well, somewhere they don't talk about at polite court gatherings.

*She stops and considers the words.* I am not afraid of my own shadow. However... you didn't say I was ten feet tall... *She smiles. It's slightly frightening.* You may live.