Cheer the Spirits
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Keldava was very bright and peppery about this trip. They were seeing all kinds of new things. Dalgina was much quieter as she walked close to her sister, wondering what the trip held in store for them. She wasn't sure what would be going on. Keldava had said her art was good for trade, but Dalgina wasn't as confident in her skill. She wanted it to be good enough to trade, but she was still nervous about it. Sighing Dalgina shook her head, pushing such gloomy thoughts away.

Deciding to slip away Dalgina turned, leaving the group quietly. They often split up. Their pace was slow enough to let both of them do plenty of wandering, though Keldava did it more than Dalgina did. She was more unsure about going out and exploring new lands. Her hand ran over her knives, hoping that she wouldn't have to use them. She wasn't that good. Tehu swooped down, chirping as he dropped a mouse into her palm. Smiling she petted the kestrel. At least she had him to guard them.


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The lands here were quite strange. Some places had forests and hills similar to her home land, but this was not one of those places. She could see everything here. The odd place was like nothing she had ever seen before. Nothing grew here and it was as flat as a pancake. Where were the trees, the hills, the animals?

Thirteen crossed the barren wasteland with distaste. Her normally white paws were coated in a layer of mud and flecks of the gunk coated her pants hems. The abino frowned in distaste at the state of herself. She skimmed the horizon with her blood red eyes and locked onto a large rock. Picking up the pace, she headed with new energy. It took the better part of an hour, but she made it. The clambered up the great land mark gracefully and sat down gently. With a sigh, she relaxed and let her legs hang off of the edge.

Thirteen pulled her hood back and let her silvery white hair cascade down her back, the ends resting against the cool stone. She looked out at the world with one eye before closing it. She breathed deeply and let the warmth of the sun soak into her bones for who knows how long before she stirred. The silence was unnerving and unwelcome. So Thirteen turned and pulled out a beautiful mahogany box out of her bag. She flicked the clasps up and drew a pure white bone flute out. A soft smile played across her features as she returned the box and place the cold bone against her lips. She drew in a deep breath and released it gently. A warm, clear tone escaped into the air around her. For a few minutes, she simply let out those slow long tones before working her way up a few scales. During this warm up, she picked out the song to play out of her vast reserves of music. As soon as she chose, the sweet melody was released into the barren land around her. Thirteen closed her eyes and let the music surround her.

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The one thing about where they were was that noises could travel quite far. Even with the land as varied as it was Dalgina could hear the cries of birds that could be a few miles away clearly. Dalgina had eaten the mouse pretty quickly, Tehu staying close by to listen to her praise. He was a pretty vain bird, mainly due to Dalgina treating him as the greatest bird in existence. It didn't matter to her that he hadn't grown as large as she'd expected, ending up smaller than Fawkes and Kelia.

The noise that pierced through now was almost eery in the sound. It was perfectly clear, weaving through as if casting a spell on the land. Her steps slowed, and the black female lifted her head, ears straining to listen to it better. Spritely Dalgina crossed the prairie, chasing after the beautiful music. Reaching it she paused, looking at the pale female that played. The instrument appeared strange to her as well. Crouching down Dalgina closed her eyes, letting it swallow her up. Even Tehu was silent, not wanting to interrupt.


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The sound of her flute was incredibly strange, even to her. Thirteen always played the harmony to Six's melody. She was the one who filled the chords and made the music more beautiful, but it was the melody that everyone wanted to hear. Without it, the harmony was a gathering of strange, eerie notes. They weren't quite off key, but you couldn't hear the chorus of the song. It gave you the nostalgic feeling that you should know what she was playing, for it was a very well known song, yet you couldn't quite place it.

Thirteen's eyes were closed and her body swayed gently in time to the music. Her rib cage swelled with each breath. Thirteen was completely at peace despite the harsh, piercing notes that escaped her flute as she reached a rather dark verse. Only in her own mind were the words sung. The flute wove a story in her mind that wove and dance with the angelic voice that gave word to the life of a tragic boy. He had been destined to fight for all eternity only because he had fallen in love with the princess. It made Thirteen think of her own fate. She had been wandering for who knows how long, and there was no end in sight. She missed her angel, her beautiful laugh and voice.

A single tear trickled down her cheek and the notes dropped an octave. They spoke of sorrow, of unrequited love, of betrayal. The world was cruel, the world was evil, and the best gift the world had to offer had been stolen. The last wavering notes faded and the albino lowered her flute. She wiped the tear with the palm of her hand and opened her scarlet eyes. "I know you're here." Her voice was soft, barely more than a whisper and filled with sorrow. She could smell the girl and the bird though she had neither seen nor heard their approach. Her British accent was very strong, but at the moment it was overpowered by the Irish brogue she had developed from listening to the Irish sailors in the city.

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The music changed, becoming more painful. It echoed Dalgina's own pain, though the loss the music spoke of was not something she was familiar with. She had known betrayal, and the feeling of being alone, but she hadn't known love the way the flute mourned for it. Tilting her head she kept still, wondering why the stranger was playing such sad music. Was it similar to her art, unable to stop from recreating the horrors that plagued her? It was tragic, being caught in such a cycle. The beauty was painful, instead of calming.

The music stopped, and a thick voice spoke out, rumbling. She sounded female, with a soft lilt to her voice. She sounded sad. Dalgina's own response was empty, the emotions pushed and locked away again with the end of the music. She didn't want it to play out. Standing she moved forwards, pushing the thick curtain of hair away from her face. The female had scars over her pale flesh. Your music's very beautiful


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