A Song In Times Forgotten (solo)

[Lilium]

33rd Day of Summer, Evening. The night was cool, and the patrons rowdy. Drink flowed and people laughed as the Worlds End Grotto came to life with the laughter and banter of friends and companions who had worked all through the day and came to the tavern to let it all go. Lilium had felt the dawning of a new light in her, and hearing the sound of the happy patrons, she was reminded of a time long ago. Zeltiva was home for her, in some curious way, she always returned to the city no matter where her feet took her. And the Grotto, her home-base. Taking the stage with a smile to the keep, the pale skinned creature nodded to the young bard and his flutist friend sitting at on the stage playing a jaunty tune together. Leaning close she spoke in his ear, questioning his knowledge of a song. It was of course, a well known folk song and when the young man eagerly nodded, Lilium took her place and a deep breath. The two musicians spoke briefly, and the flutist raised his instrument to his lips and nodded once, before letting out a haunting tune. Immediately those in the front row lowered their voices, listening to the beautiful melody. With ease, Lilium joined the music. Song : "Are you going to Zeltiva fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Remember me to one who lives there, He once was a true love of mine. Tell him to make me a cambric shirt, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Without no seam nor needlework, Then he'll be a true love of mine." Singing with a strong, pure voice, Lilium looked across the crowd with a smile, her crystalline eyes shining with delight. Taking a breath, she allowed the flutist his beautiful melody, before lifting the key of the song. Her eyes closed as she sang. "Tell him to find me an acre of land, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Between the salt water and the sea strand, Then he'll be a true love of mine." Gently, the tune slowed as they began to reach the end, the ageless woman opening her eyes to look at the musicians as she sang, matching them beat for beat as the tempo came down. "Are you going to Zeltiva fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Remember me to one who lives there, He once was a true love of mine." Curtsying to the two men, the ethaefal smiled at the patrons again as they clapped for the small impromptu trio. Some called out requests, others simply smiled in fond nostalgia of their own childhood. It was an old folk song, but a loved one. Taking note of some of the songs offered by her audience, the pale woman turned to the musicians who grinned back at her. "Last rose?" She asked softly, to which they nodded and the harpist took his cue. With a smile Lilium breathed deeply and began. Song : "Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone, All her lovely companions are faded and gone. No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes and give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one, to pine on the stem, Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead. So soon may I follow when friendships decay, And from love's shining circle the gems drop away. When true hearts lie withered and fond ones are flown, Oh who would inhabit this bleak world alone? This bleak world alone." This time, the claps were more audible and smiles wider. Feeling the weight of the two folk songs, the scaled being decided that they should pick up the tempo. Something to lift the mood. Moving to her new found friends, the ethaefal tilted her head. "Any suggestions for something a little lighter my good men?" The flutist grinned at her, before raising the instrument to his lips and whistling out a familiar tune. In the tavern, those with more drink in them then others cheered and raised their mugs. Laughing, Lilium nodded and moved back to her spot, taking up the tune and singing along. Delightedly the crowd sang along with her, and so the night did carry on as such, until one by one patrons took themselves off to bed or were carried off by those more able. Eventually it was only Lilium and her two unnamed companions on the stage. The sun was only a few brief hours away and both men were running out of steam. As they finished their last gentle reprieve of "A Vantha Maiden Dancing", the blonde clapped her hands. "Thank you, gentlemen, for a wonderful evening. You truly made this night a joy to perform in. I hope we can do it again soon. Now, off with you both before Syna chases your hides to bed." The young men gave her praise, thanks and the offer of comradery before they to disappeared for the night to where-ever it was they resided. Alone now, Lilium took her leave from the stage and nodded to the keep as she closed up the tavern. Leaving the man tavern, the ageless konti walked along the streets and towards a familiar stream. Beside it grew a large willow, its boughs hanging low in the running water. Sitting gracefully, Lilium rested her hand against a smooth polished stone, as large as a loaf of bread. Sighing softly, she lay on the grass, her hand still on the stone and her eyes on the tree above her. It had been a long time since she'd visited the tree, a longer time since she had stopped to spend time with the one man she had ever truly loved. How long now since he had passed...fifty years? seventy? one hundred? She'd stopped counting a long time ago. Softly, a song hummed in her throat and ever so gently escaped her lips. "We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow. But now alone I lie and weep beside the tree. Singing Oh willow waly by the tree that weeps with me. Singing Oh willow waly till my lover return to me. We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow. But now alone I lie I. Oh willow I die, oh willow I die." Song : As she lay beside the tree, humming the song over, the bells passed and the sun slowly began to creep over the horizon. Without caring, or moving, Lilium allowed the transformation from konti to horned godling sweep over her like a gentle breeze. Soon, she would take herself back to the tavern and take up a room to sleep away the day. But for now, she allowed herself to dwell in the past.

[Creeper]

I will grade this thread when you fix your CS and have your intervention removed.

[Cinna]

And the forest reveals.... Its so awesome to see a bard/singer on Mizahar, and I haven't had the pleasure to see one until now. Truly a pleasure to read Lilium : Skills: Singing +3 Storytelling +2 Socialization +2 Rhetoric +1 Lores: Keeping Up With The Tempo Knowing How to Please A Crowd Lamenting A Lost Love Singing to the Masses If you have any questions or concerns about my grade then feel free to PM me