Autumn's Approach (Open)

[Runas]

Summer 87th, 511 AV

Runas sat against the stone wall of a building, her painted harp settled between her legs for her long, slender fingers to strum. Syna had descended, and so her appearance was that of an Ethaefal. Her hair was golden flecked with the deep black of her Summer colours and her yellow horns were tinted with forest green. Her silver eyes remained unchanging, however, set in the pale face like two moonstones in tinted marble. Her clothes were simple, mainly a long sheath dress and her favorite pair of sandals of the Eypharian style, with straps that wrapped up her shins and were dotted with small moonstones. A necklace hung off her slender, painted neck. The pendant was a simple one, spun out of starglass in the shape of a moon. The entire necklace had once belonged to a true Eypharian, the Tawna of decades passed, who had been given it by a Symenestra. There was a story behind it, one Runas didn't care to relate any longer due to the fact that her first friends were becoming decrepit.

Sighing softly, the Ethaefal ran her fingers idly along the strings of the wonderful instrument, stroking them into a soft chorus that echoed in the street. Runas loved her instrument dearly. It was the way she showed her love to her deities. It was her expression of her affection, and it brought her great joy and comfort.

She let her eyes close and allowed her fingers to dance across the strings of their own accord, setting up a haphazard melody with no real point. It was just a random lullaby for the night sky, lamenting the end of Syna's waxing power and celebrating the waxing of Leth's strength over the world. The Summer solstice had come and gone, and Runas felt the Winter solstice's approach, no matter how long away it may be.

With a quiet, almost there smile, she plucked the strings with deliberate movements, crafting something she hoped was lovely but working past whatever note she botched. She, unlike the young man who had been playing his little guitar in Sina's store, knew enough to keep patience with herself and her instrument. She was self-taught in this regard, having found the desire to play in the songs of a beautiful Konti on a white beach several years before. The Konti had imparted her advice and left Runas to buy her own harp and learn off of it, and so she had been.

She wasn't an excellent player, but at least she had faith she'd do better. This belief was what echoed in her playing.

[Fraha]

Fraha was walking out of the great Bazaar with a backpack considerably full. It was heavy, too heavy for Fraha, in fact she was leaning forward to ease the weight on her whole back. It wasn't too healthy but at least she could bring everything she got. Out of the bag one could hear the sound of liquid, shaking and coliding against something. It was Fraha's supplies for the great journey to Ravok. She had to bring that mass of things to her "home" and repack everything up. However she didn't notice that one of the belts holding the backpack had it's know slightly shoved. Dressed in tight black trousers shin short and a white loose shirt held still only by the leather belts of the backpack her sandals were slowly and firmly advancing forward in the Inn direction. Her trusty brown headband was holding still her black straight hair on the sides, and hiding the sweat. how the hell am I supposed to travel with all this on? thought she. Slowly, as she reached the outside light of the afternoon's light a melody came to her ears, it seemed a harp or a mandoline, she wasn't sure. Not too happy, due to the situation she walked straight as the melody become louder. Passing the corner she had almost forgot about the music and was about to go straight when something, with the tail of her eyes communicated to Fraha an anomaly. She turned slowly in the harp direction and found herself amazed. Not quite for the music as much as the player. An horned creature was playing the harp, which made Fraha smile as it was beautiful and interesting in it's appearance and colours. Despite the, different look of the player Fraha didn't feel anything repulsive. She didn't have the chance to meet an Estheafal in her life, so she was curious about it. This thinking took her away around 15 seconds where she, without noticing it, kept staring and smiling at the girl. When she realized what she was doing she immediatly looked away, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. She was about to start walking in her direction when the backpack's left belts knot untied leadign it to swing to the right and moving all the weight on Fraha's right shoulder. She cursed silently as the stress of the rope pressing on her shoulder got unbearable and she quickly slid it away, causing the backpack to fall on the ground with a rather loud thud. Embarrassed Fraha quickly grabbed it and dragged everything near a wall which she sat against. Sitting a few meters on the left of the harp player, pissed off on her impairement to make decent knots she started to retie it. It was funny like destiny lead her to this. She would stop anyway but destiny just made sure she would.

[Runas]

OOC NOTE:

*Sigh* I am posting this on here instead of repeating myself via message. When I had explained that she was either fully Ethaefal or fully Eypharian, I was trying to tell you that she was in Ethaefal form. Syna has already set, I said. I stated it in my original post. Syna set and Runas is in Ethaefal form, meaning she doesn't have six arms. The most fascinating aspect of her current appearance would be her horns.

Please, Fraha, edit your post. @-@; I'm sorry if this seems sharp, I'm just kind of uncomfortable repeating myself and I don't intend to sound rude or angry.

I'll remove this when you edit again and post. I shall post afterwards should it meet the already stated requirements.

Thank you~

-Reza~