The canopy still holds

A guest offered me a modern drink between lays and waited for the wink. I thanked him in court cadence and returned to the harp. The canopy is the job. Break it for a tip and the league hears plastic under the manners.

Lantern Canopy of Ee'la is not nostalgia tourism. It is a nocturne for people who paid for living history and deserve a voice that treats the recreation as sacred craft. Pointed ears. High alto. No fourth-wall shrug.

Loombridge may joke in modern mug-side. Merrin may sing unmasked sincerity. I keep the court mask. Mag-boots under the table. Shade knows which hour is mine.