She wasn't sure why she did it, but right before Ireth put her flute to her lips she closed her eyes and went still. All she saw, the insides of her eyelids, was darkness. All she felt was the feeling of her clothing against her skin, the firmness of the cobblestoned Square beneath her boots, and the warm softness of her flute against her fingertips. And all she could taste was the remnants of of that marvelous herb bread.
But in taking this moment, she focused her energies on what she could hear and what she could smell. The noise of the crowds and the scent of the fish was prevalent, of course. But she searched the rest of the Square with her senses subconsciously. Just beneath the noisy folk was the muffled strummings and murmurings of other buskers, because she knew that even if she didn't see them, they were there. Buskers, Ire herself one, were always around. And unlike soldiers or merchants, buskers were in constant modes of listening, feeling, and learning. Sure, they were attempting to make a couple of mizas, perhaps even trying to feed themselves and their families, but they were going out amongst the people to do what they love. To bring music and joy to the people, all while watching and learning about the human folk that went about around them.
And the smells. The odor of fish might even be considered nauseating to those unused to its potency, but it was simply strong to Ireth. But above it were the hints of animals, unwashed humans, spices and herbs, and leather. The spice dealers were working at full tilt despite the weather, selling the ingredients for healings and for candles, then bundling up herbs used in cooking. Thus were the smells of a city market, the scents of people and their lives.
A smirk crossed Ire's lips when a child's voice reached her ears. "Mother, what's that woman doing?"
Her eyelids opened, the afternoon sun glittering off of her soft blue eyes as they alighted on the boy. He looked kind of startled, then grinned. She gave him a wink and pressed the opening of her flute to her mouth.
First, the lowest note. It was her favorite, accomplished by covering all of the finger holes. It was a solemn note that danced with possibility, because the lift of any one of her fingers could trigger a million different tunes, ones she had learned and knew and some that she could make up.
This go round, Ireth decided to make something up. Her fingers began to dance, to weave themselves about as she blew into the wooden pipe. She had to take more breaths than usual because of the cold, but there was a point of breathing in a great deal of breath quickly only to release it into the instrument slowly without breaking the tempo or the tune.
The notes remained low, flairing higher only every once in a while as Ire played a song that reminded her of the waves beating against the Docks of Ravok. It sort of fit, seeing as she was close to where Nyka met the sea. And amongst the sailormen and the fisherfolk, she felt as though they would understand her melody and find it pleasing to them.
The song trilled once more before coming down to rest on that first, singular low note once more. More people than the boy and his mother had paused to watch her now, and a few stepped forward to press mizas into her hand. The metal was cold, and she thanked each person as they came to her. She slipped the frigid mizas into a pocket of her cloak. If she played well enough, perhaps she might even make up for the coin she lost today buying her goods.
Her flute met her lips again and this time Ire piped a lullaby that had been a favorite in her family for years, one that had nothing to do with her Lord Rhysol and was therefore general enough to be played outside of her city. Her fingers were losing their feeling as they tapped away outside of the comfort and protection that the sleeves of her jacket had offered. Three more songs followed suit, but the pigeon totem didn't seem to mind the frosty air, and it pranced about as Herring Square began to empty of its patrons, the sun beginning to flirt with the glittering Nykan rooftops. |
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