(515-04-09) Performance Round 2: Darchelle vs Leodwen
Summary: Darchelle de Woodborough is facing Leodwen de Falt in the second round of performance contests.
Date: April 9, 515
Related: Spring Ladies Pageant logs
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It is the second round of the performance contests, and again people have gathered to witness whatever the contestants have in store for the next round. The place is packed, and the next to perform seems a little nervous, the Lady Leodwen de Falt, attired in her dark green dress, blonde tresses worn in an open manner about her shoulders. Her light complexion shows off a slight blush, and when her name is called, she almost jumps. But then regathers her composure. "Hello," Leodwen greets once she has arrived on the small stage. "And thank you." For coming here, today, but the crowd makes this round almost feel worst than the first.

She waits until the murmur has died down, and the eyes of many are resting upon her. Then Leodwen will launch into a song.

Leodwen checked her Singing of 12, she rolled 3.

The silver Swan, who, living, had no Note,
when Death approached, unlocked her silent throat.
Leaning her breast upon the reedy shore,
thus sang her first and last, and sang no more:
"Farewell, all joys! O Death, come close mine eyes!
More Geese than Swans now live, more Fools than Wise."

Darchelle is wearing exactly the same clothes as the previous competition: light linen dress. The bodice of the dress is dark brown, while the skirt is pure white which goes down to her ankles. The neckline of the dress is pretty wide. However, many of the leather lacings curl towards her neck. Some are very close to her neck, some go down to her navel. The strings are decorated with colorful stones and wooden miniatures. The waist of a petite girl is surrounded with a light leather belt. A part of the belt falls down to dangle somewhere around her knee. The dangling part is decorated with many feathers of various sizes and colors.

The young woman settled down somewhere close to Leodwen, if she was allowed to. Once the Christian lady's name is announced Darchelle is the loudest admirer, who encourages Leodwen with cheerful clapping and some kind words, "You will be just great! You are so talented!"

Of course, Elle is quiet during whole performance. She sways slowly according to the music and a wide smile dances on her lip. Nobody could guess that Darchelle might be Leodwen's competitor. At the end of the song Elle will praise Christian Damsel with equally loud and cheerful applouds.

Indeed, the delivery is quite on point, no flat notes there, and Leodwen's voice a sparkling mezzo-soprano. Her performance seems to be good enough to elicit applause, and even a bit of cheering. The de Falt lady's eyes flit to where a particularly enthused applause can be heard, and recognizing Darchelle, a warm smile appears on Leodwen's comely features.

"Well done, well done," the herald smiles, raising his hand to command silence. "Thank you, Lady Leodwen de Falt, for this delightful rendition." He nods to her, his gaze following when Leodwen leaves the stage. "And now… Up to compete against the Lady is another charming lady of Woodford. Welcome to the stage, Lady Darchelle!" Again there is applause, and Leodwen's eyes roll in a good-natured way as she passes Darchelle, murmuring a "good luck!" to the Pagan lady, before she sits down to enjoy the performance.

Darchelle checked her Singing of 13, she rolled 14.

The redhead stands up calmly. This time she doesn't have a brother to talk with and miss the call. So, she reaches the stage less awkwardly. On her way toward the stage she sends a friendly smile to Leodwen and a whisper, "You did great!"

"Good day, Sirs and Ladies, Masters and Mistresses." She offers a curtsy to the audience and smoothes her skirt. A few deeper inahles and exhales before her performance starts.

Darchelle starts her song with a quiet but cheerful humming. Once the words leave her lips, it is clear that the song is beautiful, dreamy and mildly childish, but it is still lovely to listen:

A long time ago, when the Earth was green
There was more kinds of animals than you've ever seen
They'd run around free while the Earth was being born
And the loveliest of all was the unicorn

There was green alligators and long-necked geese
Some humpty backed camels and some chimpanzees
Some cats and rats and elephants, but sure as you're born
The loveliest of all was the unicorn…

It's moderately long song, during which Elle changes the intonation and sometimes she sings very high, sometimes very low, showing how universal her voice can be. However, the audience is too old for a song about unicorn. So, they start talking to each other somewhere at the middle of that song, what may be the reason why the high tones are too high and the low words become too akwardly low. So, even if the start of the song was beautiful, at the end it's just a song of an amateur child. However, even if the blush creeps on Darchelle's cheeks and the audience is just clapping being thankful that this performance is finally over, the young lady offers a deep curtsy at the end of the song, followed by a wide and friendly smile.

It starts off pleasantly enough, and Leodwen listens and takes delight in the delivery of the song. But it seems, that the lack of tension may be the cause for a decline in pitch, and with that nervousness kicks in mercilessly.

"What a delightful song," the herald comments with practiced politeness of a courtier, then motions for Leodwen to come forth to stand beside Darchelle as they wait for the verdict of the jury. The blonde lady reaches for Darchelle's hand, giving it an assuring squeeze. "You did fine…", she offers, hazel eyes meeting Darchelle's in kind encouragement. "And you picked the trickier song, in fact…"

The herald looks to the jury and does not seem overly surpriseed when he announces the winner: "And to the next round proceeeeeeeeds… Lady Leodwen de Falt."

Darchelle chuckles, while waiting for the verdict, "Who are you trying to fool?" She squeezed Leodwen's hand, "I was awful! I know that, but I do not care a lot about this. I kind of ust enjoyed standing on a stage. It was fun!" And when the verdict is announced, Darchelle joyfully embraces Leodwen, if allowed, and squeezes her as firmly as possible, "You must win this competition against all these other haughty ladies. You are super sweet an worth of the victory." Then the redhead releases her former opponent and allows others to congratulate her. Lady Darchelle just leaves the Inn.

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