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farsickness2020-06-26 04:21 pm
nightingalemage) wrote in farsickness2020-06-26 04:21 pm
willows whiten, aspens quiver
WHO: Arha nightingalemage
WHEN: June 26+
WHAT: Arha arrives from Chicago.
WHERE: The Forests near Gazin, Gazin, wandering elsewhere.
NOTES: Arha arrives with a nice duffle full of useful shit.
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nightingalemageWHEN: June 26+
WHAT: Arha arrives from Chicago.
WHERE: The Forests near Gazin, Gazin, wandering elsewhere.
NOTES: Arha arrives with a nice duffle full of useful shit.
π’π’π£. ππ½π π»πππππ ππΎππΉ
Ι΄α΄α΄Κ Ι’α΄α΄’ΙͺΙ΄
Arha refused to be put out by the sudden change in scenery and breathed in, then out, and stretched out her senses. Animals. Some very, very large with intelligences of their own, some smaller, less intellgent, but definitely magical. Some are darker than others from farther away. She was careful when she moved, her iron staff and her will gathered. As she moved, she sang a song in words that were brightly slung but somehow gentle, spreading a soft peace from where she was and outward. The tip of her staff glowed a gentle blue and the bells at the bottom of her staff rang in time with her steps.
Farther on, she sensed a gathering of many minds and headed in that way. A moment later she froze, though she kept singing, flame rolled in the shape of a mane and she caught the shining eyes of a unicorn. Her voice softened and warmed in welcome. A foreleg lifted and its head lowered before it stepped away. She watched it leave and let out a wondering breath before she began moving again.
π’π’π€. π’πΆππΎπ
α΄α΄α΄‘Ι΄ & α΄α΄α΄ α΄ΚΙ΄
She eased in to have a word with the barkeep who looked her up and down from her bright cornflower blue eyes and generous lips to her instruments down her body before nodding. A slight jerk of his chin was assent enough and she headed toward the back where a chair sat by its lonesome. This was her chance to secure a bed for the night and local coin and she needed that more than she needed to be sleeping rough. She withdrew her guitar and a pick before gently strumming o test its tuning, tweaked it a little, and began to sing a song about a maiden's encounter with a unicorn. It was an eerie tune, soft and lilting, brushing out to capture the ears of all who might want to listen. She didn't add any power to it, not the magic kind, and her voice had the faintest reverberation to it.
The tavern seemed to hush as eyes turned to her. She smiled with summer's sweetness, her voice a whisky rasp wrapped around velvet and honey. She wove her song deftly, soaring to heights, plummeting to depths, delighting and entertaining with precise skill. Someone set a beer at her feet when the song ended, someone else put down a hat and dumped a few coins in. She nodded, sipping her beer for a few moments before pulling out her blue violin with its mated bow and began playing something sprightly. A few patrons began to dance somewhat drunkenly, someone else shouted in delight. Arha laughed, rocking with the beat as the bells kept time in bright peals like laughter in the wind.
Arha loved this the most, sharing the love of her music with anyone who might enjoy it as much as she did.
Arha refused to be put out by the sudden change in scenery and breathed in, then out, and stretched out her senses. Animals. Some very, very large with intelligences of their own, some smaller, less intellgent, but definitely magical. Some are darker than others from farther away. She was careful when she moved, her iron staff and her will gathered. As she moved, she sang a song in words that were brightly slung but somehow gentle, spreading a soft peace from where she was and outward. The tip of her staff glowed a gentle blue and the bells at the bottom of her staff rang in time with her steps.
Farther on, she sensed a gathering of many minds and headed in that way. A moment later she froze, though she kept singing, flame rolled in the shape of a mane and she caught the shining eyes of a unicorn. Her voice softened and warmed in welcome. A foreleg lifted and its head lowered before it stepped away. She watched it leave and let out a wondering breath before she began moving again.
π’π’π€. π’πΆππΎπ
α΄α΄α΄‘Ι΄ & α΄α΄α΄ α΄ΚΙ΄
She eased in to have a word with the barkeep who looked her up and down from her bright cornflower blue eyes and generous lips to her instruments down her body before nodding. A slight jerk of his chin was assent enough and she headed toward the back where a chair sat by its lonesome. This was her chance to secure a bed for the night and local coin and she needed that more than she needed to be sleeping rough. She withdrew her guitar and a pick before gently strumming o test its tuning, tweaked it a little, and began to sing a song about a maiden's encounter with a unicorn. It was an eerie tune, soft and lilting, brushing out to capture the ears of all who might want to listen. She didn't add any power to it, not the magic kind, and her voice had the faintest reverberation to it.
The tavern seemed to hush as eyes turned to her. She smiled with summer's sweetness, her voice a whisky rasp wrapped around velvet and honey. She wove her song deftly, soaring to heights, plummeting to depths, delighting and entertaining with precise skill. Someone set a beer at her feet when the song ended, someone else put down a hat and dumped a few coins in. She nodded, sipping her beer for a few moments before pulling out her blue violin with its mated bow and began playing something sprightly. A few patrons began to dance somewhat drunkenly, someone else shouted in delight. Arha laughed, rocking with the beat as the bells kept time in bright peals like laughter in the wind.
Arha loved this the most, sharing the love of her music with anyone who might enjoy it as much as she did.
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"I guess my first stop will be at the apothecary tomorrow. You never know when you need supplies. I'm something a novice healer, myself, but with energy."
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Wen Qing looks a little amused as she mulls over Arha's mention of cooking herself. She sits down and leans a little closer, admitting sheepishly, "the best thing about moving out of the inn was getting to cook my own meals. But there's not much point in cooking only for myself, so I eat here on most nights."
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"Perhaps I will cook for you someday," Arha says quietly, looking delighted by the possibility. It might be nice. "Once I have a place of my own, or if you like, at your own place. I am always looking for something new to do. Do you need any help at the apothecary? That I can do well."
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She hesitates for a moment before adding, "besides, I might be leaving soon to open my own medical practice. The apothecary has been very kind to me when I arrived and needed work, I would feel better leaving when I know he has reliable help."
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"Thank you. I hope when you open your own practice it is something that does well."