07-25-2008, 04:33 PM
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Hannah, yaaay! I was hoping for a thread with these two. ^^
She was somewhat startled when she saw the dark shape materialize from one of the rocky slopes that came up to the little point where she was playing. She had to assume from that that the wolf had come from the ocean — or from this rough shore someplace — and had come to investigate the noise. There was nothing wrong with that, and, since Nikita wasn’t exactly good enough to continue playing without focusing on what she was doing, she mostly ignored her. She lapsed once more into the slower, sweeter melody that had prevailed at the beginning, though she, at intervals, weaved in several slightly dissonant chords. This went along with a small crescendo of volume and tension within the notes until she had escaped once more into the quick tune, giving the dancing beat a bit of a frantic note. Several moments later, once she had encompassed all of the melodic things she could remember playing in this song, she ended it with a harsh slash of the bow in her had across the instrument in her arms. Then, with a sigh, she flicked her olive eyes to her guest and a quick smile appeared on her narrow features.
Of the few wolves that she had met up with in this area, she… wasn’t like them. Maybe that was it — this was the first of the feminine persuasion that she had seen in this place. That, and the fact that she also wore clothing. She often found it amusing how different she and Laurel looked amongst their crowd, but this wolf seemed to fit right in with them. Another thing she found comfort in was that she wasn’t quite as tall as the others, drifting among the smaller stature that Nikita shared with Jasper. After her momentary appraisal, she murmured a rough and slightly embarrassed, “Hey.” Some said a musician could never fully get used to having an audience.
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She was somewhat startled when she saw the dark shape materialize from one of the rocky slopes that came up to the little point where she was playing. She had to assume from that that the wolf had come from the ocean — or from this rough shore someplace — and had come to investigate the noise. There was nothing wrong with that, and, since Nikita wasn’t exactly good enough to continue playing without focusing on what she was doing, she mostly ignored her. She lapsed once more into the slower, sweeter melody that had prevailed at the beginning, though she, at intervals, weaved in several slightly dissonant chords. This went along with a small crescendo of volume and tension within the notes until she had escaped once more into the quick tune, giving the dancing beat a bit of a frantic note. Several moments later, once she had encompassed all of the melodic things she could remember playing in this song, she ended it with a harsh slash of the bow in her had across the instrument in her arms. Then, with a sigh, she flicked her olive eyes to her guest and a quick smile appeared on her narrow features.
Of the few wolves that she had met up with in this area, she… wasn’t like them. Maybe that was it — this was the first of the feminine persuasion that she had seen in this place. That, and the fact that she also wore clothing. She often found it amusing how different she and Laurel looked amongst their crowd, but this wolf seemed to fit right in with them. Another thing she found comfort in was that she wasn’t quite as tall as the others, drifting among the smaller stature that Nikita shared with Jasper. After her momentary appraisal, she murmured a rough and slightly embarrassed, “Hey.” Some said a musician could never fully get used to having an audience.