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| Topic Started: Feb 26 2009, 03:32 AM (95 Views) | |
| Ildeus Sharshain | Feb 26 2009, 03:32 AM Post #1 |
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A blonde and copper haired male lounged in the boughs of an elm, bored out of his skull. Long pale fingers began to play slowly and sweetly over the silver strings of the ebony lyre. It was an old instrument, something nicked out of one of the water front shops, had picked it up last night, the night he had been raised to a youngling. He had been in a drunken stupor then, now he just had a balance between a mounting head ache and a good dull haze. His fingers danced over the instrument, and he was there in the tree, in the garden, smelling the scents, and trying not to look down, because if he did, he would get dizzy, feel sick, and probably topple out of the tree. So he did not look down, merely played. Barely healed over scars still marked an appearance through slashed in the pure brown set of tight-studded leather and sorrel faun-hide boots and cloak. Kaf ahd only been good for a while, and the alcohol for his wounds, but after a few hours, he's been in too celebratory a mood. He had woken up passed out in the rose pushes with his cloak wrapped around his ankles and a half empty bottle of Katari Stout. He'd buried the bottle, and quickly tried to work over his dishevelled state. He'd found the lyre, and so was playing it and trying to find some measure of the void and flame. It was not working so well. He chirped up in a light and lilting airy melody, singing of winds, and times, and wheels. A pretty standard verse. Then shifting into a faster paced and more racy rendition of a Taeran chanty of dancing tinkers and seafolk. |
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| Kaelyn Jaymareth | Feb 26 2009, 05:11 AM Post #2 |
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The grounds were as lively as ever, as was expected for the time of the day with the general activities of the Tower, though she was part of none of it. Kaelyn blinked, and frowned wondering how she had strayed from her original destination of seeking sustenance for her protesting stomach, to the soft grasses on which she stood now. The open air was refreshing, and though silently cursing herself for being such a nit, decided to take full opportunity of her situation for it was far better than the unpleasant aroma of dirty dishes that had been soaking for hours until they received her attention. It was yet another punishment that she needed to fulfill from the Mistress of Novices, and it had required her full efforts for that entire morning. Generally she enjoyed losing herself in the kitchens, finding the scrubbing and warm water a therapeutic way to forget all the things looming on the horizon that she particularly wanted to avoid. One was another session with her block. The second was having to face yet another day with no progression in reason one. Today, however, despite the advantages, she could not will herself to look at another dirty dish nor have the heart to become fully involved in the work. The bloated pieces of food had tugged at her gag reflexes relentlessly and despite her efforts the stack of dirty ware she had been confronted with never seemed to diminish. Kaelyn sighed, feeling the growing strain in her muscles, and forced her body to move towards the shades cast by a large oak tree, before it resisted all together. Placing both hands on her hips she straightened her back, working out the dull ache that had accumulated due to the many hours of being hunched over the soapy basin at an uncomfortable angle. It surprised her at just how tense it was for it was only until it had become her centre of attention that she became aware of it. Changing her focus to other areas that required the same treatment she added a bounce to her step stretching out her legs while flexing her fingers into fists producing the odd sensation of water-induced wrinkled fingertips brushing against the flesh of her palm, reminding her of the remaining dishes that she still had to attend to. They could wait for they were not going anywhere, though she secretly wondered if it was possible for them to grow legs and disappear. Right now her sights were set on the tree, and the welcoming ground housed beneath its branches was too much of an opportunity to pass up. Out here she could be free, at least for a little while. |
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| Ildeus Sharshain | Mar 7 2009, 01:57 AM Post #3 |
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Fingers raced up and down as the rest sang, and sang and sang across the tumult of the ebony instrument, silver string, light voice canting into something more sullen and melodic. A tale of shipwrecks and stormriders, and of island tribes smashing into explorers. Then speeding up again into a soothing sulto, and switching to Seanchan inflection, before finally coming around into a soft lilting litany about a redbird and a blackthorn. The red and gold haired male with pale skin and well wrought form played in the tree, oblivious to all around him. Watching instead the sapphire-green of the far skies, and musing to himself with the slow and soft words of each piece. The pain still thrummed lightly behind his head, but he was awake, and starting to get restless. A hunger pang, first one, and then another began to wrack through his gut. And he groaned softly in annoyance, shifting on the bough and cursing lithely at himself for the lack of anything to eat. He began casting his gaze around for something to eat, verging in between pleasant but empty melodies with his fingers. His deep eyes focusing on an unknown girl then, and his own lips pursing as the playing sped up and grew more wild. His eyes studying her closely as they can at a distance, but making no more noise than to play. |
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| Kaelyn Jaymareth | Mar 7 2009, 06:12 AM Post #4 |
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The gap between herself and the tree closed in quickly, as the promise of a quick rest made her pace quicken despite the ache that was beginning to layer over her body. Continuing to focus on working out the knots in her back, her ears caught the first notes of music, causing her to pause before she could pinpoint the direction from where it came. She was moderately displeased that it came from the direction she was heading, for despite her love for music this tune would not offer a moments peace with its quick and unsettling voice. Its volume grew louder with each step, disheartening her efforts in convincing herself that the tune was merely an echo from some other source, until she found herself stopped just beyond the shadow casted by the bulk of the tree. Kaelyn drew her head up, following the drifting music until she spotted its creator. Eyes met her own with their own steady rhythm creating a moment of surprise that made her falter a step back before she could regain herself. Damn it, I shouldn’t be so jumpy…then again I shouldn’t really be out here. Kaelyn dashed away the thoughts immediately, instead channeling her thoughts to annoyance as she tilted her head to the side only to return a calm mocking stare of her own. Her eyes captured a man sitting on one of the great branches of the tree, hands unaided by sight rapidly plucking at a stringed instrument in the furious fast paced tune the littered the air, while richly colored hair hung over his shoulder in a braid. There was nothing unusual of the creature before her that she could perceive, however despite herself she could not keep her eyes from sliding back to his own. They were unnerving. Seeing that the man was not going to make any move Kaelyn folded her hands under her bosom, and made a small smile in place of a greeting before pursing her lips in wonder and rolling her eyes to the side at last breaking the connection. Odd She rubbed at her arms feeling a chill creep into them, even though the day did not have the energy to produce it. She wanted to leave the spot, wanted to escape that direct stare, but her only other option was to head back and resume her chores for the amount of time she already wasted. Letting out a string of curses under her breath Kaelyn took a step forward but stopped, surprising herself as she changed course and walked towards the base of the tree settling her back against it until she slowly lowered herself down onto the soft comforts of the ground beneath her. Letting out a small sigh she closed her eyes and leaned her head back feeling the warmth from a few rays of the sun that managed to sneak through the canopy. She just needed five minutes. The idea was a small pleasant comfort but she could not ignore the music that continued to play nor forget the pair of eyes which even then felt as if they were burning a hole in her back. |
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| Ildeus Sharshain | Mar 7 2009, 07:04 AM Post #5 |
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Oxydized eyes, the color of rust, old fire, and scorched earth watched the girl intently. Few ever bothered him as a recruit... and now he was a youngling, just another title for Gaidin. Which meant he was almost done here. What was left, now that after five years he had taken all he wanted from the Towers? He had their speed and power... and he could fight dirty, which was also a bonus. So what was left to gain by even staying here, he'd once claimed he would fall onto his own knife and open out his throat into a gutter rather than stay bound to a witch, and the longer he stayed the longer he risked one deciding to up and not give him a choice. Much as she might find his own dagger tucked lithely between her ribs and protruding up into her heart. It would only take one sleight of hand to put the foot and a half steel stiletto there. He glanced thoughtfully down at the girl, still strumming the more erratic tune, fingers dancing and whirling up and down the instrument, the ebony and silver. He studied the girl, looking down at her, glancing at his own torn and slashed sorrel studded leather, and at the novice whites, soft lips pursing in amusement. A beginning of an idea starting to take root, after all, he was the son of Koba the mad lordling. What better way to scorn the towers, if not with the deaths of a witch or three, or poisoning the garrison's water supply, something more subtle that would get him less hunted, after all... novices run away all the time right? Their testing boundaries and pulling pranks. And what better accompaniment on the long road to Rhuidean than a mini Aes Sedai. And one who wouldn't bond him. Power by proxy, for a non-channeller, and slender as she was... she was not a tight-face crone either, he liked the almost mahogany locks. Notes were now silver and thoughtful under his fingers, and a slowing blooming smile, his eyes pulsing with their dull and withered yet potent fire, he offered, "Aren't you a little old to still be a novice?" |
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| Kaelyn Jaymareth | Mar 7 2009, 07:37 PM Post #6 |
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It was entirely impossible to ignore the music despite her efforts in ignoring all her senses to create a realm of silence to wrap herself in. Giving a small sigh she adjusted her head and body before she dropped her resistance to the music and let it permeate all her thoughts, though with it came the constant reminder of being watched. The entire situation was uncomfortable and she began replaying in her head why she chose to be a stubborn fool, choosing to stay, rather than go feed her grumbling belly. She could almost understand the exasperated sighs from Aes Sedai when she refused to cooperate, perhaps it hindered her progress, but she was perfectly fine with where she stood now. Little progress or no, they had now found how she could channel freely even with her block. That had come about by the tiny beaded bracelet from her father which was now always wrapped around her wrist, in the same black glory it had remained since the night she had been taken to the tower. Nevertheless it was her little savior, making life at the tower a little more bearable and dissolving a few of the worries that had been gnawing at the back of her mind. It as enough now even to ignore the unsettling tune, instead settling to analyzing each note that was plucked, until she noted the change in its voice as if the mad fury had exhausted its energy to a slower pace, something of which she found more suitable to her tastes. A small accepting smile slowly formed on her lips though it stopped short as the new melody came accompanied with a new voice. "Aren't you a little old to still be a novice?" Kaelyn rolled her head to the side just enough to face the man before she squinted with one eye open, ensuring such arrogance was actually coming from a human and not some imaginary creature from some nightmare. Seeing that only flesh was before her, she opened them both only to be ensnared once more in the man’s unsettling gaze. Despite her wanting to divert her attention, she held them allowing heat from her rising annoyance play into her eyes. “Are the first things you say always quipped with such welcoming remarks? Since you came to that conclusion yourself purely from your efforts in observation, perhaps I will save my breath and let you come up with your own answer since you seem so good at it.” She cast him a wicked smile before closing her eyes once more as she repositioned her head against the trunk “Besides aren’t you too old to be climbing trees, or are you some new predatory bird species that I have not been made aware of?” |
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