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003 - [open/ the thermal pools]
May. 9th, 2011 07:08 pm[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? ]
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? ]
