The humans are fond of music. Now, I’m not much for the rootley-tootley chamber music the human female likes so much, and she has been driving me up the proverbial wall with Yule tunes all this month, but she and Sigyn have their hearts set on going to the annual local Medieval and Renaissance Yule concert. Gnaaaaagh… Crumhorns. But it’s what my sweetie wants, so…
And here we are. I had to talk my way past the doorkeeper to be let into the church. For some reason they weren’t keen on allowing me over the threshold–maybe it’s the helmet and the horns? I don’t know.
I rather expect to be bored. Just look at the program!
Half of it’s not even in the local patios! However, I understand that there will be refreshments afterwards, so I suppose I can sit still until then.
Well, that was…not awful. The humans and Sigyn liked it, but I really don’t see the point.
Time for food! Didn’t we feast just yesterday? I’m not sure where Sigyn puts it all. She never seems to gain an ounce. (Can’t say the same for the human female.) What’s on the refreshment table this year?
Orange-cranberry scone and a sort of weird fruitcake-cheesecake hybrid. Must be an Episcopalian thing. It certainly looks…gooey.
There is quite a bit of “colorful” on the other side of the room. Oh, I see. Various wares to be sold in support of charitable endeavors. Sigyn is making friends with some visitors from South America.
Sigyn, don’t we know his cousin?
And I believe we have met this fellow’s kin before, too!
Sigyn is chattering away at these two, but they are from Guatemala and I don’t think they understand a word she’s saying.
While they explore the interspecies-international language barrier, I think I will slip back into the church. There are some lovely, shiny, expensive, handle-with-white-gloves-only handbells that desperately need some cheesecakey fingerprints..
She’s standing right behind me, isn’t she?