003 - [open/ the thermal pools]

[halfbrokenwings]

[There is the distinctive sound of a violin being tuned coming from an area near the thermal springs. Or is it more inside? First one note sings pure, then the next. Finally, the bow drags across the strings in harmony.

Before the sounds of it had faded away, a song begins.

Isabella is in the happiest place she could be at the moment, fully enthralled in the music and no longer feeling the pains of her wings thanks to the medicine from Sycora. Her eyes are half-closed and she steps into a dance that matches the tune of the strings, while continuing to play.

Little exists in that place of music but the notes of the song and the motion of the body for the bard. There is a smile on her face, if anyone is watching, and it reaches to the deepest parts of herself. This was home; with a fiddle in her hand and playing the songs in her heart.

She had finally found a violin with a richness of sound that matched the one she lost, and she felt a little more whole in acquiring it. Worries, fears, and any doubts that she had melted away as she continued to play. Then there was a pause, and a beat later where the song picks up, she laughs. Now begins a celebration. A sure boldness is in her motions and is evident in how she moves and plays. Different this was than, from the polite, submissive gestures that she seems to carry everywhere else.

Besides the frogs, does she have an audience? Will they approach? ]

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[Okay, frog, now you've done it. Isabella is giggling so much she's about got the hiccups. ]

Where are you g-going!

[She gives up on trying to get the frog to cease it's ascent up her arm and instead scrunches her neck up just incase the little amphibian decided that he wanted to tickle her there too. She is laughing and shaking from the feeling of little wet feet climbing up her arm.]

You realize I am not a tree, right?

[keep-hallways.livejournal.com]

Ribbit

[The frog is now on her shoulder. With her neck scrunched up like that, it's pretty close to her face. And with her talking like that...

The frog jumps straight for Isabella's mouth.]

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[Indeed, Isabella had turned to watch the frog climb up her arm to her shoulder. When the frog leaped for her face, there was not enough time to react. Her whole body jerks back, startled. :| ]

EEP!

[keep-hallways.livejournal.com]

[Missed! But this frog is ever determined. It begins crawling across Isabella's face, towards her mouth.]

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[Isabella is trying hard not to laugh while the frog is crawling all over her face. With gentle hands she goes to pluck it from her face and holding it in front of her wipes her mouth with the shoulder of her dress.]

Aren't you friendly?

[keep-hallways.livejournal.com]

Ribbit

[So close! The frog squirms, determined to get back to where it was before!]

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't want it to hurt itself as it starts squirming in her hands and so opens them up so it can go wherever it may go. ]

[keep-hallways.livejournal.com]

[And the frog takes the opportunity to jump right back for Isabella's face.]

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[She was not expecting that again, and jerks back surprised as the frog lands on her face, again. This time tripping over a rock and landing unceremoniously on her rear-end.]

Ooof!

[There's not a lot of padding there! That hurt!]

[keep-hallways.livejournal.com]

[The frog is not perturbed by this fall. The frog is determinedly making its way toward Isabella's mouth again. It's definitely after something. Maybe it thinks that she swallowed a fly?]

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[Isabella has a frown but now holds perfectly still. Maybe the frog will jump off on it's own after it has investigated Isabella's face? There's nothing interesting there! She promises! ]

You? Are weird.

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[Aha! It speaks! The frog takes the opportunity to scramble into Isabella's mouth. If Isabella doesn't stop it, she might notice it tastes like peppermint. What a tasty frog!]

I need a FREAKOUT icon. Badly.

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[Isabella Screams. She does taste the peppermint but that oddity is overshadowed completely by the fact that she just had a frog CLIMB into her mouth! Out of instinct her tongue tries and push the suicidal nimble frog out of her mouth and fingers dig to pull it away.

She'll hold it in one hand while she scrambles to the pool to wash her mouth out with the water using the other hand.

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!

>D

[keep-hallways.livejournal.com]

Ribbitribbitribbitribbit!

[The frog is squirming again. You win this round, Isabella! Now it's just trying to get away.]

EWWW

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[She glares at the frog and goes to where she found the little beastie- and unceremoniously dumps it back on the rock that it came from. She wipes the hand that had grabbed him on her dress and steps away. She doesn't take her eyes from the green monster.]

[keep-hallways.livejournal.com]

[The little green beastie ribbits, nonplussed, and begins to hop away.]