Lost Creek Hollow just sit down, take it easy

"hicc," came the encore, followed by an obnoxious snot bubble -- Sionnach nearly fell on her backside as Eshe delivered an up-close and personal inspection. She was about to howl again when her nub-ears caught the strangest sound -- certainly a sound that didn't belong in Liffey's House Of Discordant Melodies.

"Ooo?" Sionnach parroted Eshe, turning towards the source like a little piranha. She didn't quite see Ibis outside of the den yet, but she could hear the non-nasal, perfectly on-key voice. "AhhWOOOooooooo," Sionnach's "singing" contribution came, hellishly off-beat and piercing. You're welcome.