04-08-2020, 05:03 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-08-2020, 05:54 AM by Rowan Finnegan.)
Aiden and the rest of Blarney Stoned literally broke out into a Disney song, albeit they made it their own, singing of Irish mythology instead of the over played Greek mythos. Rowan’s expression was both shocked and pleased for all of thirty seconds. Blarney Stoned sounded really good and they really did make this song their own.
Rowan nodded to the stage, as a sign of solidarity with her brother, before turning back to the man candy that had found his way to her side. She gave a small clap of her hands as an outward gesture and coyly remarked, “That’s my twin brother up there. He’s the lead singer.”
The clapping subsided and Rowan nodded to herself, signaling silently that she was done dancing along to Blarney Stoned’s G-Rated cover. Rowan brought herself to the present and registered what Armande was saying, nodding along.
“You’re not wrong. The U.S. has always been known as a melting pot of cultures, but I like to think that New Orleans is where it gets it’s flavor from. Irish, French, Spanish, Native American; we have a complicated history when it comes to nationality, but our culinary history has only benefited from such a clash of cultures.” Rowan said smoothly, “Although if you’re asking after vulgarities in the Colonies, I’m afraid that New Orleans takes the cake. No other city in the country can match it’s debauchery.”
Rowan tossed a stray strand of honey blonde hair behind her shoulder, smiling to herself and cocking an eyebrow. This Armande certainly had his credentials in order. A professor of Archeology? Rowan was certainly an ‘armchair adventurer,’ but despite how many books she had read, she did not feel confident enough to test such knowledge against practical skill in the field. Instead she settled for a shy smile.
“My that is certainly fascinating,” Rowan answered with a smile, “I don’t know much about archeology, but I am a student of Spirit. I practice Voodoo and have been initiated to the path’s higher mysteries; as such, that has lead me to a thirst for sacred knowledge. I have been collecting the stories of forgotten paths and mystical enlightenment.”
Rowan twisted her lips, attempting to appear deep in thought. She tapped a finger at her chin and went on, “Perhaps we can get together outside of this club and… compare notes. I’m certainly intrigued as to what your work has learned- and I certainly hope my own work can augment your own.”
Rowan nodded to the stage, as a sign of solidarity with her brother, before turning back to the man candy that had found his way to her side. She gave a small clap of her hands as an outward gesture and coyly remarked, “That’s my twin brother up there. He’s the lead singer.”
The clapping subsided and Rowan nodded to herself, signaling silently that she was done dancing along to Blarney Stoned’s G-Rated cover. Rowan brought herself to the present and registered what Armande was saying, nodding along.
“You’re not wrong. The U.S. has always been known as a melting pot of cultures, but I like to think that New Orleans is where it gets it’s flavor from. Irish, French, Spanish, Native American; we have a complicated history when it comes to nationality, but our culinary history has only benefited from such a clash of cultures.” Rowan said smoothly, “Although if you’re asking after vulgarities in the Colonies, I’m afraid that New Orleans takes the cake. No other city in the country can match it’s debauchery.”
Rowan tossed a stray strand of honey blonde hair behind her shoulder, smiling to herself and cocking an eyebrow. This Armande certainly had his credentials in order. A professor of Archeology? Rowan was certainly an ‘armchair adventurer,’ but despite how many books she had read, she did not feel confident enough to test such knowledge against practical skill in the field. Instead she settled for a shy smile.
“My that is certainly fascinating,” Rowan answered with a smile, “I don’t know much about archeology, but I am a student of Spirit. I practice Voodoo and have been initiated to the path’s higher mysteries; as such, that has lead me to a thirst for sacred knowledge. I have been collecting the stories of forgotten paths and mystical enlightenment.”
Rowan twisted her lips, attempting to appear deep in thought. She tapped a finger at her chin and went on, “Perhaps we can get together outside of this club and… compare notes. I’m certainly intrigued as to what your work has learned- and I certainly hope my own work can augment your own.”