Solo (Rearing Stallion) Performing a Show

[Kayuqtuq Snowsong]

Timestamp: Summer 78

Things had been hectic for Kayuqtuq for a while. She had been balancing work, Atka, and practicing. Every night, she had played a couple simple songs, told some stories, and then left. Today was not going to be like that. Kayuqtuq sat in a backroom of the Rearing Stallion, brainstorming. A left-over piece of parchment sat on a table in front of her, her quill in her hand. She had brought these to work today so she could come up with ideas. And so she began.
Should I begin with a song or a story? She debated for a little before deciding on a story. She would tell about Avena. Like always, her eyes turned a pearly black in mourning. She shook it off, turning them into a focused green with a black sheen to it. In her head, she wrote the story.
When I was young and still in the land of my people, I was shy about telling my stories. I told them to animals instead, knowing they would not criticize. One day, I found a moose grazing in the woods, and I told a story to it.... Her. Because as the story ended, she turned into a girl, and in that moment I knew we were bondmates. Her name was Avena. We spent the years together. She would come to see my practices, we would run in the woods together. But one day, I was watching her run in the woods, I saw an arrow streak down from a tree. It hit her in the heart. It killed her. I saw her collapse. I screamed at the hunter, he didn't understand. That day, my heart ripped apart. I couldn't stand being in Avanthal, were memories of Avena were everywhere. So I left. I told my brothers to take me anywhere. And they took me here. Kayuqtuq's eyes flared an angry red at the hunter, that turning into a cream colour reflecting her feelings about leavying Avanthal. She quickly wrote down the story, knowing she would want to preserve it. Then Kevith broke her peace. "Are you done yet? We need you on stage soon." Her eyes erupted a startled neon orange. "I done. Done with first act! Give time." Kevith sighed. "I'll just ask whoever is up there right now to keep them entertained." Kayuqtuq got back to writing. And she got an idea.

[Kayuqtuq Snowsong]

Kayuqtuq would make all the songs and stories be more in her taste, even if just for the night. It would be a special night. A song should go next, probably. How about Song of Morwen's Lights? It was an old song, one she knew by heart, and fairly easy.Song of Morwen's Lights it is. And she started.

She did not need to write this one down. The opening was simple. She plucked a low note on her lute, and wove an elaborate, ever-changing note with her mouth. It mimicked the twisting, unique patterns of Morwen's Lights, but ment nothing. It was just the vocal equivalent of a decoration. She moved her fingers, and a flurry of notes came out. Kayuqtuq's mouth filled with song, more meaningless but beautiful notes erupting. The song continued, twisting and shrinking, until nothing was left. She sighed, thinking of another song.