Summer 68 morning.
It was a glum day? It was a glum day. I was not going to be a glum day! It might be a dark cloudy day, that did not mean it had to be a bad day, swallowing back the pessimism that plagued him Hwyn shook his head he had more freedom, but he didn’t know what to do with it, it was odd having his leash loosened a bit, he’d been waiting for it to tighten back up and drag him back to his master, though such had yet to happen. Looking through his closet he frowned he had more option than before but a grand total of 4 outfits was still meagre for his own grand ambitions. It was warm outside hot almost but the clouds spoke of rain, though it never rained hard in Ravok, so perhaps it’d be fun to do a rain themed performance.
Dressing in the blue dancers outfit that Eva had bought for him the season prior. The revealing outfit was something he didn’t wear too often at first he’d only worn it when Eva asked him too though he’d grown more confident with the exposure with the continued occasional use, the fact that with the revealed flesh so too were the scars that crisscrossed his back deeply, he’d decided that he didn’t need to hide them so much anymore, after she’d said they were possibly attractive in there own way. It was perhaps something that only she thought, her being the… person she was, but it bolstered his confidence otherwise. Brushing the knots from his blond hair that now reached halfway down his back Hwyn hummed to himself the soft bars of the melody he’d learned from the sailors. It was.. What’d they call it? A Shanty, though he didn’t value perhaps singing it the melody was easy and emulating it into his violin hadn’t taken much effort. Though he craved recognition for having learned it. So his plan had been to head out to the pier, it was a shame the weather might hold up but he’d already decided he was going to play.
So when he’d finished fussing over his appearance he finally left the manor still feeling like the abode was watching him leave ready to consume him should he stretch his leash too far. The walk from the rich district to the docks was a bit long but the air was clean if… intense the calm air was charged with the static that came before a storm, even in ravok it felt like something titanic was coming. When he finally made it to the docks he could see it, on the horizon, a thunderhead of immense proportions approached like a dark black blot on the horizon threatening to consume everything, Hwyn wondered for a moment if it might reach the city, the fact that this cities deity still stopped storms from hitting was something he still had a hard time wrapping his mind around. Walking out to the longest pier Hwyn Stared at the approaching storm interested to see what it would do when it reached the lake, would it part around it? Would it lay waste like it had once done to sunberth? Either way, he wanted to see it.
Pulling forth his violin he began to play, it wasn’t perhaps the smoothest or most song in his repertoire but it felt… right, appropriate to the moment as it were. It was as if the song was building suspense, a prelude to the storm. Flowing with the music Hwyn swayed to and fro, not so much dancing as he was moving with the flow, his song accompanied by the choppy waves that churned against the pier, all becoming one in the oppressive breeze, air music water and storm, Hwyn was not any part of the equation he was simply a tool to release the violins voice.
inspiration for music :
