More Marcon stuff
May. 27th, 2008 11:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
First of pictures!
Polgara dress
http://www.flickr.com/photos/67292782@N00/2529023927/in/set-72157605295510997/
Iron costumer in progress pics
http://www.flickr.com/photos/67292782@N00/2529002907/in/set-72157605295510997/
Next the lyrics to Fiddler's Dare
Fiddler's Dare
I danced to the fiddle's tune and nearly won
I danced till my heart raced and breath wouldn't come
Slowly now she begins the reel
My toe merely tapping, rapping my boot heel
The fiddle cries a challenge and my feet say yes
We'll see who will fall first and who plays best
Higher go my feet, faster flies the beat
and the floor seems to warm to the music's heat
My legs are long past aching and the song plays on
My feet are sore and shaking and my breath is gone
Smoke is rising from the floor and her bow
She laughs and she cries "This is slow"
Double time now and my face goes pale
My feet they try but my feet they fail
I falter and recover and try to catch the beat
her fingers fly faster to tangle tired feet
My ankles shake and my calves burn
and it is a lesson I have learned
if you dance for the fiddle with the bright red hair
you shall swiftly learn to rue that dare
~Denise Beucler 2001
Polgara dress
http://www.flickr.com/photos/67292782@N00/2529023927/in/set-72157605295510997/
Iron costumer in progress pics
http://www.flickr.com/photos/67292782@N00/2529002907/in/set-72157605295510997/
Next the lyrics to Fiddler's Dare
Fiddler's Dare
I danced to the fiddle's tune and nearly won
I danced till my heart raced and breath wouldn't come
Slowly now she begins the reel
My toe merely tapping, rapping my boot heel
The fiddle cries a challenge and my feet say yes
We'll see who will fall first and who plays best
Higher go my feet, faster flies the beat
and the floor seems to warm to the music's heat
My legs are long past aching and the song plays on
My feet are sore and shaking and my breath is gone
Smoke is rising from the floor and her bow
She laughs and she cries "This is slow"
Double time now and my face goes pale
My feet they try but my feet they fail
I falter and recover and try to catch the beat
her fingers fly faster to tangle tired feet
My ankles shake and my calves burn
and it is a lesson I have learned
if you dance for the fiddle with the bright red hair
you shall swiftly learn to rue that dare
~Denise Beucler 2001