Charmed in her embrace

Drakien Lusk · 01-12-2012, 08:33 PM

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The look of devastation that crossed her face mirrored the one that had once settled on his own handsome features, that long-ago night when his tutor, Baba, had broken the pipe he'd watched her craft for hours. It reminded him of many of those lessons, and of crafting his own pipe--this one, in fact--to such minute detail under her instruction that her spirit was always with him when he played. As Terra began fiddling with the sounds she could make, not always following the patterns that would teach her the beginnings of the songs he'd learned, he couldn't help but smile softly and feel as though Baba's spirit was with him now, as well. He could almost feel her heavy, wrinkled hand resting on his shoulder, as she murmured, "Laudă, Drakien," in his ear. It warmed his heart, lifted his spirits, and allowed him to laugh at the jittery tune she played, without feeling heartache and loss.

As she handed the pipe back, he put it back together, his gaze resting fondly on the scratched-up purple wood, from the times the knife had slipped while carving. At her question, or rather, her observation, he looked up, his smile still flowing warm and soft across his face. "No repayment needed, mademoiselle." He purred, and then carefully stowed the pipe away, adding, "But if you feel for sharing simply to share, I am all ears." And, to prove it, he wiggled the appendages atop his head, relaxing against Breixo and settling in for a story. Or perhaps not a story; he had no idea if she would still feel the need to tell him whatever it was she had to say after his assurance. In the mean time, he reached back, carding his fingers through Breixo's mane to soothe the stallion. No doubt his faithful companion had felt Baba too, just then, as he was suddenly calm and reverent, more so than he had ever been before.

It was a wonder, the changes one underwent beyond the eyes of their Elders.

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