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| Of Music and Wine | |
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| Wynde | Sat Apr 23, 2005 6:12 am Post #1 |
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It was a simple wooden flute with no decoration beyond a once, polished mouthpiece, but no simple man played upon this flute. He was a knot of a man, a labyrinth with traps at every corner... Or so they said. He would play upon his flute with his cap resting at his feet, eager as it was to collect the kind man's coin. As his music was very nearly as complex as his nature, it was a common gossip that his music was the way he attempted to sort out his knot, to complete the labyrinth. When he was through, he was seldom applauded; the audience often remained silent, contemplative as he walked from the stage. His music was always something to reflect upon. Without words, it seemed to convey a message to his listeners. He was often gone before anyone had even realized the music had abated. Needless to say, tonight was different. He did something he had not done before. The man paused on his way to the door. He slowly turned, as if considering, then found a vacant seat at a table. “I’m called Wynde.” |
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| Rhian-Astrid | Sun Apr 24, 2005 5:15 am Post #2 |
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Rhian watched him, even through the bandana wrapped over her eyes, and was surprised as he paused, then walked back through the crowd and sat at her table. She gave him a speculative look, then, carefully, spoke, smiling genially. "Hello Wynde. I am Rhian, of the Aeons." She paused, then called for a second drink-a wine-and, upon recieving it, offered the vessel to the Bard. "Have you traveled many lands?" |
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| Wynde | Sun Apr 24, 2005 5:54 am Post #3 |
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"Thank you, Rhian. I will say that I have traveled over this land as I may. Fortunately, few will impede a wandering bard such as I," began Wynde, gratefully accepting the drink. The young man placed his flute on the table as he surveyed the room. Noticing Rhian's cloth encumbered eyes, he spoke somewhat hesitantly, "Excuse me for prying, but may I ask why you cover your eyes? I apologize if I overstep my boundaries in asking." Wynde realized that he had not yet drunk of his wine and discretely sniffed his glass out of habit. The motion came naturally, without any thought to the matter. Judging the brew safe, he raised it to his lips. The wine was a deep and soothing, red in color and full of flavor. He would remember to pay Rhian the full worth of the wine when he was finished. Silently now, he sat and waited for her reply. |
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| Rhian-Astrid | Mon Apr 25, 2005 4:58 am Post #4 |
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The woman seemed bewildered for a moment, then her fingers moved, touched the edge of the cloth. "Oh, yes..." Her voice went quiet, and her head turned faintly to one side, her lips forming into a faint, pouting look. "It's a rather long tale...Do you care to hear it?" She seemed to look down at the table, shifting uneasily, then her hand moved quickly, catching up her own glass. She took a sip, her fingers shaking, and then, with her free hand, pushed a straying strand of hair behind her ear. There didn't seem anything odd about the gesture, at least until she pulled her hand away, and the colour shifted. What had, moments before, been a charcol black was now a vivid purple tone, streaked faintly with pale green. |
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