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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 would think wars would be the first place for such thoughts. There's nothing I can think of that I would dislike more than being in one but sometimes there's no choice but to fight."
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"Although I might have accepted the war itself being someone else's responsibility." Maybe. He hadn't wanted that role, but at the same time, he doubts that he would have trusted anyone else to take it on. "It may have been meant to be my fight from the start."
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"It sounds like it's a pretty massive task to be involved in. I'd wish it to not be fought as well. Peace is preferable." Her response to the second was a soft hum. "Perhaps it was meant to be yours or someone like you. In the end, it is only up to oneself to do what they think best. Some run, some fight."
She smiles gently.
"But you're the kind who fights, yes?"
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Then there's all that business of the prophecy, which just as easily might be about someone else as about him.
"I also swore an oath to protect the land from any threats north of the Wall." He might have considered the oath fulfilled when he died, but he wasn't going to stand aside and let the wights take over.
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"I think," she says carefully, gently, "that when it is the right time, you and those you trust will find a way through all of the trouble that comes. For now, I suppose, this is a place to rest and recharge. And heal. Horses are a good start to healing, they have good hearts. Exploring, too, is an excellent way to recharge. I plan to do as much as I can, myself."
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"I've usually had better luck with horses than with people. As for exploring, I might take a couple of days and do some of that myself." As long as he can be sure the horses will be looked after while he's gone.
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