12-31-2008, 10:28 PM
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500+ As Mew strode over, Cwmfen took her white eyes from the piano and watched the white woman. Still curious about the large thing she was touching, she remained silent, hoping that the other female would explain it to her. At first, she worried that she had offended the other somehow, as the silence was not filled. But then she noticed that the other carried a smile on her lips, and the black, woad-marked tail waved once happily. The other’s excitement was felt by the black fae through the energy in the air. The black ears pricked forward as Mew opened the bench, Cwmfen craned her neck to see what the furniture held in its seat. She hadn’t seen anything like it before, but then she didn’t really pay much attention to much of the humans’ existence, or what was left of them anyway. It appeared that the white female pulled out paper. She couldn’t read, so she assumed that the dots on the paper were some sort of human language—and, to a certain point, her assumption could be said to be correct. A bit of confusion came into her eyes as she considered the paper, unable to understand its importance. “Piano?” the black female asked slowly. That word was vaguely familiar to her, and she struggled to remember where she had heard it and what it meant. She was silent for a while, and as she thought, she moved her hand across the keys, unintentionally pressing down on them. The dissonant boom that crashed through the air sent jolts of shock up her arm. Her hackles raised in alarm, but she hadn’t flinched. As if on queue, Mew explained its importance. “Oh, yes, music!” now she remembered. The black female laughed quietly at herself and her shock. Shaking herself, she composed herself. “That sound--” the melodic voice began, referring to the dissonant chord, “—It’s just not what I was expecting....” And then she was laughing again, a woad-marked hand coming up to cover her smiling mouth. The white orbs found the green ones. She saw how excited the other was, and she wondered if she knew how to use it. “Do you play the piano too?” She was curious now. What did a song sound like when played on a piano? The sound...she couldn’t imagine it. But the instrument was so huge, she could not understand why one would play it (of course, she only needed to hear its sound to understand). Then she remembered the paper and turned to look at it. She gestured at it. “What is that for?” The woad-marked head tilted as she looked at it. Now that she was really looking, she noticed how strange it was. There were so many lines—horizontal and vertical—as well as dots. There were many dots. As the fire crackled and popped, her ears swiveled to listen; it was a habit instilled in her from her travels alone. But she quickly disregarded it, turning her attention back to the musical matter at hand.  |