Simile glances at Lady Dyane as she speaks, hoping for her attention. "My way of enjoying this gather is to make up a song. I wonder if you'd all be kind enough to be the first to hear it.

Kylee nods in wholehearted agreement with Dione. "Me too. Next time though, I'm definitely going to have to spend a little more time at the Gather proper." She winks and then quiets in anticipation.

Brad says "well seeing as my little blue here wants to sure why not"

Dyane smiles at Simile, nodding, "We'd be honoured."

Simile looks directly at Lady Dyane as she says, "I call this song, 'The Lady of Boll'."

Dione smiles agreement then looks eagerly at the harper.

Simile plays a melody that washes the ear like the waves wash Boll's beaches, and sings.

Cynical smile, knowing too much for someone whose turns are but one third begun,
Hair of bright gold, emerald eyes with marquis-cut sparkle of fury or fun,
Bodice of ruby, sleeves of red wine, shoulders as white as the beaches at Boll,
Ears that are shells, silver hoops hang, cord on her hips matching lashes of coal.

Dyane arches a brow, and sits down with a smile. Her eyes are wide with surprise at having a Harper sing about her.

Dione smile, listening to the harper's song.

The sea-wrack washed up by the waves of the first verse is caught by the higher waves of the second and washed out to sea again as Simile turns to another topic.

All that I've sung, all that I see,
speaks not at all of the beauty within.
How do I know? What can I guess
Of why she's so loved by her hold and her kin?
A confident air, a courteous smile,
A manner direct that leads straight to her goal,
These are the clues a harper can find
To the loveliness true of the Lady of Boll.

The lute continues it's wave-rhythm, repeating the last line. The last chord floats above the beach.

Simile lets the chord hang in the air, then mutes the strings, bowing her head.

Kyrie smiles at Simile.

Dyane smiles at Simile, her cheeks holding a slight blush. "Thank you. That was beautiful." Her eyes gaze at the Harper for a long moment. "Truly beautiful, journeywoman.

Kathleen claps her applause as the last note ends.

Dione claps cheerfully.

Kylee smiles and adds her applause.

Simile grins at the Lady. "Thank -you-, for inspiring me and for your compliment."

The blush rises on Dyane's cheeks as Simile speaks. For once, she seems to be at a loss for words.

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