Song contest? (Illisse ar Valandil, Lindor and all others)

*mutters while reading the bulletinboard* geesh do they think we're magicians?" Heavenwise sighes while turning away from the parchment. I gaze into Shishelinda's direction and then ask " what's wrong?"
"*points* here read this yourself... the town of Brumelei, wants to compete again, with some kind of a song. Last time we did this, the grand jury choose them as winners..." Heavenwise sighes once more. Surprised i gaze at the parchment and read out loud "to the villagers of Eldrihir, we formal request a friendly challenge, to prove once more that we are not for nothing the village of the Bards..." I shake my head and then gaze at Heavenwise "*mutters* see? they want to humiliate us again..."
"*grins* not if I can help it... but I must talk to Oleria first... the grand jury who are they?" I ask
"they are magicians from Clarytoha... a village far south of the continent. Last time three other villages participated and well... Brumelei proved that they had the best singers of all... ever since the other three never respond to such request... and with reason." Shishelinda responds while taking care of Haldir Finrod. "*scratches ears* and we're not better either." Heavenwise notices. I look at them both and then give Elanora to Shishelinda. "Leave this to me... I've got an idea." I say before storming towards the house of the elders where Oleria is reading upon the terrace. "*looks up* well? what's the hurry?"
"*nods* Oleria I do believe i've got an idea for the contest, or..."
"*sits up* any idea will be welcome Isil... we can't refuse this since the magicians of Clarytoha are not going to show mercy if we fail againg..."
"*nods* well this ain't an ordinary composition, but more a play in which we have to sing... I've got this book and it is a very popular one among the flower fairies..."
"*nods* yes? and you're thinking about a performance of that book?"
"*lifts shoulders* well yes... it is called 'Imposible love' and is about a princess who is in love with a man, but her father wants her to marry some prince named Kuja... who is nothing more than a..." I explain but Oleria shakes her head and then says "sounds good but... we're no actors n'or good singers..."
"*grins* well i do believe i know someone who can teach this village how to sing propperly and that is my very own mother..." i respond Oleria gives me a parchment and nearly begs "write her a letter and tell her to come as soon as possible..." I nod and take a quill before sitting down too

A minute later i stand near my dragon and pet his neck "Thowra listen up, you have to take this letter to the Hidden Valley... your nose will find it... and give it to my mother -you'll find her in the oak tree- and tell her to hurry up..." i say
"*nods and snorts* I'll be back in no time..." Thowra responds before taking off. At the same time Gonfindl approaches and asks "what is this all about?"
"*grins* some lessons in how to sing as a nightingale..." I respond before walking towards the bakery followed by a surprised Gonfindl who then asks "what do you mean my love?"
"our wife is referring to that bulletin, about the contest organized by Brumelei...personally I do believe that it is a waste of time, even with all the help in the world, we'd never be ready in time..." Golradir responded while washing the flour off his hands. I shake my head and then gaze at them both "that may be, but i'm not intending to sit back and watch how our town is being humiliated, by those fat-necks..." I notice while scooping Saelbeth up who is waggling around. Both my husbands begin to laugh and then I laugh too. "You're right love, we can't sit back... now all we have to do is wait until your mother is here and then we can get this show on the road right?" Golradir asks. I nod and hope that she'll arrive soon.

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> mutters while reading the bulletinboard geesh do they think we're magicians?" Heavenwise sighes while turning away from the parchment. I gaze into Shishelinda's direction and then ask " what's wrong?" > "points here read this yourself... the town of Brumelei, wants to compete again, with some kind of a song. Last time we did this, the grand jury choose them as winners..." Heavenwise sighes once more. Surprised i gaze at the parchment and read out loud "to the villagers of Eldrihir, we formal request a friendly challenge, to prove once more that we are not for nothing the village of the Bards..." I shake my head and then gaze at Heavenwise "mutters see? they want to humiliate us again..." > "grins not if I can help it... but I must talk to Oleria first... the grand jury who are they?" I ask > "they are magicians from Clarytoha... a village far south of the continent. Last time three other villages participated and well... Brumelei proved that they had the best singers of all... ever since the other three never respond to such request... and with reason." Shishelinda responds while taking care of Haldir Finrod. "scratches ears and we're not better either." Heavenwise notices. I look at them both and then give Elanora to Shishelinda. "Leave this to me... I've got an idea." I say before storming towards the house of the elders where Oleria is reading upon the terrace. "looks up well? what's the hurry?" > "nods Oleria I do believe i've got an idea for the contest, or..." > "sits up any idea will be welcome Isil... we can't refuse this since the magicians of Clarytoha are not going to show mercy if we fail againg..." > "nods well this ain't an ordinary composition, but more a play in which we have to sing... I've got this book and it is a very popular one among the flower fairies..." > "nods yes? and you're thinking about a performance of that book?" > "lifts shoulders well yes... it is called 'Imposible love' and is about a princess who is in love with a man, but her father wants her to marry some prince named Kuja... who is nothing more than a..." I explain but Oleria shakes her head and then says "sounds good but... we're no actors n'or good singers..." > "grins well i do believe i know someone who can teach this village how to sing propperly and that is my very own mother..." i respond Oleria gives me a parchment and nearly begs "write her a letter and tell her to come as soon as possible..." I nod and take a quill before sitting down too > A minute later i stand near my dragon and pet his neck "Thowra listen up, you have to take this letter to the Hidden Valley... your nose will find it... and give it to my mother -you'll find her in the oak tree- and tell her to hurry up..." i say > "nods and snorts I'll be back in no time..." Thowra responds before taking off. At the same time Gonfindl approaches and asks "what is this all about?" > "grins some lessons in how to sing as a nightingale..." I respond before walking towards the bakery followed by a surprised Gonfindl who then asks "what do you mean my love?" > "our wife is referring to that bulletin, about the contest organized by Brumelei...personally I do believe that it is a waste of time, even with all the help in the world, we'd never be ready in time..." Golradir responded while washing the flour off his hands. I shake my head and then gaze at them both "that may be, but i'm not intending to sit back and watch how our town is being humiliated, by those fat-necks..." I notice while scooping Saelbeth up who is waggling around. Both my husbands begin to laugh and then I laugh too. "You're right love, we can't sit back... now all we have to do is wait until your mother is here and then we can get this show on the road right?" Golradir asks. I nod and hope that she'll arrive soon.
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