[P] Let's see where the day takes us
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Without music, life would be an Error

Winter wouldn't be in the lands much longer. It had been quite a while since it began, but only about a month longer and spring would be here. While Weaver liked the way the snow looked against the ground, he was much happier with some green coming back to the Thistle Kingdom. There was some beauty that came along with spring, but for more than just the nature around them. It gave everyone a pathway to spending time with those they cared about. It gave him more of a reason to spend some time with Claire while he continued to work on his climb through the ranks.

The tawny man stretched his limbs as he woke, moving up from his bed and to a small window that was on his tower. It seemed like everything was nice and calm outside. All the better for him to go outside. Perhaps today would be one of those days that he would save for himself. There were so few of those since he had gotten busy with all the work that he had given himself. There would be no harm in taking one day off. His paws carried him over to the lute that rested against the wall. Perhaps he would be able to find some inspiration to create new music.

Weaver began to make his way out of the watchtower, towards the direction of the other ruins. The hybrid's fingers moved along the strings of his lute as he moved along. He kept the tone on the quiet side, as to not disturb anyone else who might still be at home. Ears flicked to the sounds of the snow crunching under his paws. A smile curled onto his muzzle as he continued along. He had a feeling today would be quite a nice day.

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Sorry, sorry — somehow I missed this thread, good golly gumdrops. Would you mind if this was current-dated?

The weather was fair enough, giving the season. Rainclouds raced in and out, dependable as both time and tide.


Indra leaned forward, her entire body rigid with interest. Being too small to hunt, her attempts were doomed to fail time and time again until that invisible threshold was crossed, and yet she seemed destined to do so.


It was long gone, but the scent of a mink lingered, trailing its way this way and that just outside the immediate safety of the ruins. Disappointed by the prospect of animals that came out only at night and disappeared like moorland fog at the first sign of dawn, she heaved a mighty sigh. Sometimes she swore there were green eyes, or nuclear ones, even another pair that were not dissimilar to her own; there was no question as to whether Elphaba and herself would come to any real danger.


The golden man proved this readily, for one couldn't go far without encountering another.


Before she saw him, however, she heard something else. The plucking sound of a long claw pulling a string was easy to recognize, for Lokr strung and unstrung his dragon's head bow with astonishing — infallible, really — frequency. This sound was different though, more... well, she didn't know the word that made her want to pick up her too-large feet.


Her nauseating quarry was abandoned in an instant, thrown over for something far more interesting. Only the boring are bored, her mother's voice reminded her, and she shook her head disparagingly. Finding the source of the pleasant, almost exotic noise, Indra's ears fanned forward and backward, unsure whether to tiptoe behind the stranger or barrel out, as she so often did.


Temporizing, she followed at a leisurely pace with relatively quiet if rather upbeat steps.


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Without music, life would be an Error

Weaver wasn't even sure where he was going or which ruins that he was passing. He just allowed his paws to take him wherever they wanted him to go. His green eyes moved along each of the structures as he passed them. At least he was getting to see what each place looked like and make a mental map of their locations in his head. Now it was just a matter of matching the location to those who lived in the ruins. That would come in time though, and he could be patient.

The tawny man's ears flicked as he soon caught a sound besides his movements and his music. It seemed he had caught the attention of someone, but these movements were different. They were much lighter than any normal luperci. Just who was it that he managed to snag this time?

A small grin trailed along his face as his fingers moved over the strings. He was willing to play along with whomever it was. The tone of his music changed. Although it was still quiet, rather than the sweet tone he was playing before, it seemed much more mysterious this time around. The beat was still light, following along with the pup coming up behind him. He gave a small chuckle, swaying his body along with the new music.

The hybrid man soon stopped along a line of trees, planting his back along one of them. The tone remained as it was, though his eyes turned to look in the direction of the pup, giving a smile. He knew she was there, ust pretended that he didn't. Eyes soon turned back forward and down to the strings, watching his hands move along the strings. His eyes soon closed for the moment, just letting his body and mind be engulfed in his music.

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