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Post by Elvira, Wandering Cleric on Jan 31, 2024 19:21:42 GMT -5
It was a tepid night in the Lantern Light Woods, neither warm nor cool. A light rain trickled through the canopy of the forest, adding an ambiance like no other. The warm bioluminescent lighting was gently diffracted by a cool mist rising from the ground.
Just under a tree, Elvira sat cross-legged, just finishing up a moment of meditation. As she opened her eyes, a small smile cracked across her face. She had just bought an ornate harp-lute from a craftsman in the city, and she was ready to test it out. As she did her first open strum, she was pleased to hear the heavenly sounds of an instrument tuned by a professional. She began to toy with the instrument, getting to know the specific lute's "personality," as she would come to call it. Every couple of moments, she thought back to when she had wanted to be a composer for the largest symphonies across Charon. With the knowledge of the passing of the gods, she wondered why not? It would be a journey in itself, but she would rather enjoy picking it up once more. Besides, she might be rusty, but she knew she still had the power of performance in her muscle memory.
After a moment, she smirked, took a deep breath in, and began to play. She really played, putting her soul into this one. Sure, a few mistakes happened here and there, but nothing that an untrained ear would have caught. Her fingers danced across the fretboard, plucked at the strings, emitting the heavenly sounds of her new instrument. As the song went on, her smile grew wider and wider, lighting up the night brighter than any Lantern Light could have. She could feel her spirit connecting with this instrument, it rather was becoming an extension of her. Again, a few more mistakes came through. It was no matter to her, however. Who would hear this, deep in the woods of Moonglade? She felt that she would sing, play, and dance the night away. It was a good night to be alone, for once.
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Post by Cantio von Lumen on Feb 1, 2024 20:49:46 GMT -5
From the earthly starlight rising from the flora of the woods, a little creature flutters from bloom to bloom in pursuit of the song of the Lantern Lights. Its wings, usually a vibrant pink and yellow, have turned azure in the subtle aura of glow; and its antennae twitch towards the shimmering notes echoing beneath the canopy of the woods. Once it has found the source, it lands its soft and furry legs upon the bobbing bud of a nearby flower.
Azure sparks erupt from the plant, dancing around the curious moth as it tilts its head towards the young woman sitting beneath a tree. It heard her siren’s song from a ways away; the notes of her harp-lute bleeding into the gloom; soft and melodic, and it simply can’t help but be drawn to the sound like a moth to a flame. Pun intended.
The little newcomer bobs its weight from side to side, following the gentle strums of her strings as if doing a little dance upon a jostling bloom. It seems the little moth did not come alone, however, for after a few moments have passed, a warm aura breaks the cool glow of the lantern light from the outskirts of the clearing.
There’s a definite hesitance in the steps of a tall, horned silhouette that steps out from the gloom— a small finch crafted from strings of light glittering upon the shoulder of his dress coat— its happy, sunny gleam reflecting goldleaf patterns on a dragon-like mask concealing the stranger’s face. He blinks, the tension in his shoulders seeming to indicate that he’s surprised by the presence of another; and in truth, he is.
Smoothie, the name of the little pink moth happily listening to the curious woman’s music, had felt the vibrations in the air far before he began to hear her starlit serenade while chasing after the fluffy, cat-sized moth in fear of losing her. Perhaps it’s because she likes to listen to Cantio practice that Smoothie was drawn to this spot, bobbing along to each thrum of the strings, despite the clear differentiation in Cantio’s instrument to her own.
When he first heard her song, he thought he was hearing things, or perhaps that Smoothie had had succumbed to some Siren of the Woods; although, Cantio could argue that her playing could certainly pull others in. Having finally reached the source, she proves to (probably) not be some otherworldly luress; and she plays with an eloquence unlike that of the classically trained musicians he knew in Sol City— a pure joy that radiates from each note, delivered into the soft aura of gloom and lantern lights around her.
Something that those old musicians were always missing.
He’s not familiar with this song despite his classical training in his youth; and the woman sitting aways from him with her harp-lute plays it as though she has for years.
He stays where he is despite the intrigue and curiosity, not wanting to startle her or interrupt her piece as she continues.
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Post by Elvira, Wandering Cleric on Feb 2, 2024 13:13:11 GMT -5
As the newcomer approached, she heard the fallings of his feet. Normally, it would put her in an uneasy state to have one approach unannounced. This time, however, she smiled curiously. Her song slowly comes to an end, which allowed her to lower her hood to reveal the silvery-white hair and pale lavender skin tones of the moon elf. With a teasing tone, she spoke to the man. "Haven't you been told it's rude to stare? I just picked this up today, still relearning it after... 15 years, I believe? Just about."
She was just about to strum again when she felt something tickling her hand. Lifting it up to eye level, she found Smoothie laying upon the rear of her hand. "Well hello there, heldo.1 Aren't you lovely?" She used the free hand to lean the instrument against the tree before petting the moth gently. Looking back up to the man, she smiled. "A friend of yours, I presume? She's rather showy, hmm? Come, sit. You seem to have stories to tell, and I have much time to listen. Besides, it would give me time to show your little friend here some love. I sense fate has brought us together for one reason or another."
She continues to gently caress the moth as she watches the man. "I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Elvira, a Wandering Cleric of Lunala. Most of the time I'd introduce myself as hailing from the Temple of the Moon, but as you can see I had origins before. I had originally played the lute as a child and was in the process of writing my first piece when my parents were slain and I was presented with a choice. I was to either go into an orphanage or to learn the was of the priestess. I chose the latter, wishing to help others in ways that I was unable to be helped."
She looks distant for a moment before snapping back to the moment, her warm smile returning alongside a slight blush of embarrassment. "Apologies, that was a bit much for a stranger, no? Now that I have introduced myself, might I ask of your name and origins? As I said, you seem to have many-a-story to tell. Your choice of style alone has caught my eye and piqued my interest. This, and your presence in the Lantern Light Woods. Not many people choose to come here freely."
1. "Heldo" = Friend
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Post by Cantio von Lumen on Mar 16, 2024 22:12:24 GMT -5
While Cantio lingers, uncertainty brewing behind the glowing cracks of his mask, the stranger speaks in a bemused tone as melodic as the strum of the instrument. Embarrassment gathers beneath the collar of his cloak, and he clears his throat apologetically. “My apologies, I was chasing my little friend there.” he laments, dipping his head in a bow before standing tall, hands moving behind his back in a stiff, formal posture. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Then, he blinks, fully processing her words. “You’re playing it for this first time in fifteen years?” He asks, brows furrowing behind his mask. “You could have fooled me under the guise of a strict regiment of daily practice.” His shoulders rise and fall while he takes a breath, golden eyes watching the way Smoothie interacts with the stranger. She seems quite content, trusting, as though she can see through the stranger right to her golden heart.
… But Cantio knows better than that, because he watches Smoothie run into the windows of the Stormstone Estate and fetches her from Astrid’s workshop when she decides that the scorching lightning emanating from the hearth looks enticing on the daily. All the same, Smoothie’s antennae bob contently. Her big, innocent eyes lifting to the elven woman as she pets the fluff around her neck and thorax. Cantio watches her for a moment, before offering the stranger his attention once more. “Mm… she is.” He agrees.
His tail sways anxiously as she invites him to sit, and he does not move to follow her cue; instead, he stands and listens quietly while she introduces herself. His stiff posture begins to slack the longer she speaks, eyes widening slightly when she mentions the death of her parents— and the ultimatum she faced in her childhood as a result of something so devastating. Cantio frowns; he studies her from afar, but her eyes seem distant— cloudy— remembering.
The fellblood feels his guard drop.
He closes his eyes and relinquishes the hesitance in favor of consoling a complete stranger; he was never exactly known for his smart, logical choices, anyways. “It’s alright. I’m so sorry for your loss, no matter how long ago it was.” He answers, finally taking a step towards where she’s resting; he offers her a bow with a flourish as he approaches, hair falling over his shoulder as he does. “Cantio von Lumen; I am with the Mage’s Guild and a violinist originally from the Ash Lands; currently, however, living in Dragon’s Cradle with my family.”
He rises before twirling around on a heel and taking a seat near her. Smoothie watches him and buzzes her wings faintly, but seems to prefer lingering on Elvira. He smiles faintly at her before looking back at the stranger. “I’ll admit I’m not here for the most noble reasons; the Mage’s Guild doesn’t exactly take musicians seriously in my experience. It feels like I’m always chasing rumours and looking for some way to prove my worth.” There’s an edge of embarrassment in his tone, but it’s clear he’s being honest about that. “I didn’t expect to meet anyone else out here, let alone a musician and cleric.” His eyes wander to Elvira’s instrument, “You don’t have to answer this, but what song were you playing? Was that your piece?”
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