Timestamp: 63rd of Winter, AV 510 - Night
Location: The Twin Lakes
Location: The Twin Lakes
The while coils of life danced and swirled about his face as he exhaled. The breath wavered, faded, then died away, as if to make room for the next cloudy breath to take its place. Perhaps this is how life was, a cycle of birth, dancing, death, and replacement. It seemed to be so. Jietrem watched his breath as he felt the brisk chilled air passing around him, enveloping his body in cool discomfort, goosebumps, and faint shivering. Yes, it was cold, dreadfully so. Leth offered no warmth upon the people below, not like the beloved Syna. Did Jietrem have a right to complain? He thought not, hence he did not. It didn't seem right to him that he could even be upset over losing something (the warmth of daylight) when he did nothing to bring it about.
The swirling white coils of breath lasted only briefly, and as such, entertained him for only a few moments. Where their swirled shapes were very beautiful, artistic, and never the same twice, he had other beauties to gaze over. The Twin Lakes. The pools of water were shimmering and glowing with bioluminescense. The jellyfish lighting up the entire area in a surreal yellow and green glow as they signaled. Perhaps they too felt the absence of the sun, perhaps they too wished for the brightness, the warming glow of day, to return. They tried to recreate it, and for this Jietrem thanked them. The mood was wonderful, exotic, a place he would never be able to forget if he tried.
Jietrem took a deep breath, his body enduring the coolness of the night and casting off the shivers that infected his body. It was difficult to make music when your body was fighting for stability. And the music came. With the long pipe liften to his mouth, only a small space separating the two, the music dripped from the metallic pipe like a cool rain on a hot summer day. That white dusky breath now flowed with elegance through the pipe, and with each new note, his fingers dance, moved, tapped, pressed. They thrived in skilled motion as the soft playing echoed in the area, and beyond. Jietrem had often dreamed of leaving Wind Reach, just to play music, just to play, to hear, to enjoy. This is one of many things that made him happy. A situation like this was what he loved, where he was himself. Alone, beautiful scenery, and his own music drenching the cool breezy air with a new feeling of comfort. Yes, Jietrem could sit here all night, just counting stars, if it would just be allowed.