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OOCSince Tyrion is inactive, I'll continue this thread as a solo for job purposes. I'll try to focus on Gwin and keep Tyrion's part as vague as I can.
He chose a light and easy melody, one that jumped over the highest waves effortlessly and came to rest on the warm planks not long after. It reminded Gwin of the other Svefra she’d played with, Malus, but she guessed all of their kin had that light step and carefree music in their hearts. She allowed the first few beats to wash over her, to win her over, before she lifted the bow and joined.
Once again, the voices of their instruments, so similar yet different in the undertones, mixed and danced around one another, challenging, but never colliding, in a careful yet paralyzing dance of the sun and the waves. The children who had returned to their watery games while they’d spoken stopped in their motions and returned to the pier to listen. Their solemn faces took in the warmth and light of the music like sponges. It was always best to play for listeners with such innocent faces.
And when the melody rose into a fast and beautiful chorus, a small girl broke into a smile and started splashing around in the water to their feet. For a moment, Gwin inched away from the wet drops, then she closed her eyes and returned to the music, content. The children were dancing to their tune.
Soon Tyrion adopted the low, sweeping notes while Gwin challenged the children’s feet. The sweet voice of her violin rose into a whirlwind of notes, dancing together with them and racing them to the finish line. At some point the notes blurred in her mind and a musician’s instinct took over. Her body turned into an oiled automaton with too many wheels and cogs. Her fingers upon the wooden board did what her furry tail would never manage. In her own way, she danced with the Svefra and some sailor’s children.
The song galloped on and on. Tyrion’s low notes mapped out the landscape and she filled it with ecstatic arabesques. He led her higher and higher until they peaked together in one grandiose flurry. Eventually the music exploded and silence followed. For a moment or two, Gwin tilted her head and bid the echo goodbye.
“That was a beautiful song. I imagine you sing and dance to it around your campfires on Suvan islands with white sand and palm trees…” A distant longing for that carefree attitude rose in her chest, but there was no way Gwin could become like them. She could only share her love for the sea and sky, a life free of chains. Like that, they moved on to the next song.
OOCSince Tyrion is inactive, I'll continue this thread as a solo for job purposes. I'll try to focus on Gwin and keep Tyrion's part as vague as I can.
He chose a light and easy melody, one that jumped over the highest waves effortlessly and came to rest on the warm planks not long after. It reminded Gwin of the other Svefra she’d played with, Malus, but she guessed all of their kin had that light step and carefree music in their hearts. She allowed the first few beats to wash over her, to win her over, before she lifted the bow and joined.
Once again, the voices of their instruments, so similar yet different in the undertones, mixed and danced around one another, challenging, but never colliding, in a careful yet paralyzing dance of the sun and the waves. The children who had returned to their watery games while they’d spoken stopped in their motions and returned to the pier to listen. Their solemn faces took in the warmth and light of the music like sponges. It was always best to play for listeners with such innocent faces.
And when the melody rose into a fast and beautiful chorus, a small girl broke into a smile and started splashing around in the water to their feet. For a moment, Gwin inched away from the wet drops, then she closed her eyes and returned to the music, content. The children were dancing to their tune.
Soon Tyrion adopted the low, sweeping notes while Gwin challenged the children’s feet. The sweet voice of her violin rose into a whirlwind of notes, dancing together with them and racing them to the finish line. At some point the notes blurred in her mind and a musician’s instinct took over. Her body turned into an oiled automaton with too many wheels and cogs. Her fingers upon the wooden board did what her furry tail would never manage. In her own way, she danced with the Svefra and some sailor’s children.
The song galloped on and on. Tyrion’s low notes mapped out the landscape and she filled it with ecstatic arabesques. He led her higher and higher until they peaked together in one grandiose flurry. Eventually the music exploded and silence followed. For a moment or two, Gwin tilted her head and bid the echo goodbye.
“That was a beautiful song. I imagine you sing and dance to it around your campfires on Suvan islands with white sand and palm trees…” A distant longing for that carefree attitude rose in her chest, but there was no way Gwin could become like them. She could only share her love for the sea and sky, a life free of chains. Like that, they moved on to the next song.
Boxcode by Nyxie Nadira Draer