"Yes! My performance! Galenus, come with me!" Sharla runs off to where she decided to do the performance dragging Galenus along with her, and starts, as long as there are enough people gathered there.
She starts by dropping the human form she wore as she walked onto the stage, her blond hair paling to a stark white, her eyes widening and losing their pupils, and her skin losing all color. As she walks onto the stage, she has her shapeshifter heritage revealed in all it's glory.
She begins the performance with a dance, leaping and running, all the while subtly changing her appearance, giving herself elven ears, or brightly colored hair. As she dances, she begins to sing in Common. Once she has finished the song in common, she continues the dance, now adding her magic into the mix in the form of illusions. Illusions of fire, of creatures, of eldritch light, of noise, of music, and even of other dancers, perfectly in time to the tune. She takes out her flute, and throws it on the ground as it appears to play itself. Other instruments appear from the air, played by invisible musicians pouring their hearts and souls into the music.
"Once upon a time
There was a fairy child.
A child with wings like a silken storm,
And eyes like a Moonlit pearl.
This child had no parents,
No place to call her home,
what choice was left, but for her to roam
until she found a place to stay?
This fairy girl once found a home,
In the field of a young man’s farm.
She stayed in the field, watching the boy,
And protected him from harm.
She loved that boy, his skin so pale,
That boy with eyes of red.
She loved that boy, his life so bright,
Even as others curse him, and wished him dead.
She thought one day;
‘This boy has been kind,
and leant me a place to sleep.
What is it then, that others see, and that makes babies weep?’
She learnt of the skin, that the boy had,
was regarded as the devils work.
‘I must fix this!’ She thought,
And gave an doting smirk.
‘He shall never again be ridiculed,
for his terrifying skin.
He shall be everyones friend,
so that in all, he can win.’
And the fairy girl, gave the boy a gift that day,
The gift that changed his fate.
The gift to change his skin,
and so deflect all hate.
That boys descendants are known as changelings,
and are still sometimes reviled.
But in most, lives a decent heart,
A heart gifted by that child.”
She dances for as long as she can before giving out, giving a bow, her body now back to the way it originally was. Then, she totters off, leaning on Galenus, back to her inn, where she collapses into bed and falls asleep immediately, drool, and a slight stain of blood from getting hit with Ander’s axe, falling onto the pillow.
Taking a long rest.