Charmed in her embrace

Drakien Lusk · 01-10-2012, 04:18 PM

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Drakien tapped his foot lightly to the beat, and Breixo shifted closer and closer as he played, making the Luperci boy eye the horse warily, though he didn't halt his tune. It was an old song, really, something the troop had called "World of Stone", and its haunting melody sounded better when echoing through the ancient buildings of the human race, caused a shiver up his spine when he thought of the spirits that must reside there. Here, in the more natural marshes and woodlands of Drifter Bay, it was merely a song, something that might inspire a revelry, and soon enough, it had.

Breixo was the one who noticed the dancing coyote first, and he snorted and whinnied, stretching his neck out from under the cliff's ledge to look at her before retreating, his very being shuddering; he hated getting wet. The movement was enough to get Drakien's attention, though, and he slowed for a moment, watching the woman dance before a grin crossed his face and he began playing faster, transforming the gentle melody into a fast-paced, blood-pumping melody that was meant to be danced to. He'd done it himself, several times, spinning and running around the fire until his feet ached and then collapsing in a heap with the others.

He only caught flashes of the mysterious dancer, and soon had to move out into the rain to see her, though by that time she'd come close enough for Breixo, who remained under the ledge, to watch as well. Drakien didn't mind a little rain, and let it soak through his shirt and pants, doing a little dance himself as he stood in place. He noticed her eyes were closed, but that was alright, too; it showed true appreciation in the music, or perhaps real understanding. She seemed to be lost in her own world as she danced. If there had been any other musician there, he would have dropped the pipe and run out there to dance with her, but it was awkward, to dance with no music, so he just kicked his legs and spun slowly in place, keeping one eye on her and the other on the placement of his fingers as he played.

The song was a short one, and he somewhat regretted that it would soon end, but he wanted to speak to the one who'd shown such joy in his music. Perhaps it was familiar to her; maybe she'd know a piece of her own. He'd never know if he didn't stop playing, and soon enough, he did, pausing a moment to catch his breath. Though he preferred the pipe for many things, dancing whilst playing wasn't one of them; he didn't have enough breath in his body for that.

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