Post by Spiderfly on Aug 24, 2007 10:05:45 GMT -5
She blushed slightly, though whether it was noticeable or not through her bright fur was questionable. Oh y.. yes. I'll play someth.. thi.. thing a little faster this time! Lleurela hadn't really travelled in teh companionship of others for even the briefest of moments before, and didn't realize what did and did not make good travelling music.
She skip-hopped a little to to keep up with Osias, but she didn't mind. Being a shorter animal had caused her to get into fairly good shape, especially around her canine mother. . . Shaking her head quickly she barely caught the answer to her unfinished question. When she finally caught it she nearly squealed but caught herself.
Really!? Can. . I come with you? She could imagine it in her head. The queen sitting on a throne with musicians all around playing for her anything she fancied. Making for her, any amazing instrument she felt the need to play that day. If this wasn't the truth well, she'd be disappointed but she imagined that this is what happened in any court.
Because really? Isn't music the most wonderful thing in the world? And if someone held the power to be surrounded by beautiful music all day wouldn't they? She thought to herself in haste.
Here! A fitting song!
And at that she burst into a merry tune. One that spoke of sailors coming home after many long years at sea to see their loved ones standing on the shore waiting. It mirrored her own burst of elation at even thinking of entering the court. She'd be a jack at least one day. . . they'd see. Then she could bask in the music
She skip-hopped a little to to keep up with Osias, but she didn't mind. Being a shorter animal had caused her to get into fairly good shape, especially around her canine mother. . . Shaking her head quickly she barely caught the answer to her unfinished question. When she finally caught it she nearly squealed but caught herself.
Really!? Can. . I come with you? She could imagine it in her head. The queen sitting on a throne with musicians all around playing for her anything she fancied. Making for her, any amazing instrument she felt the need to play that day. If this wasn't the truth well, she'd be disappointed but she imagined that this is what happened in any court.
Because really? Isn't music the most wonderful thing in the world? And if someone held the power to be surrounded by beautiful music all day wouldn't they? She thought to herself in haste.
Here! A fitting song!
And at that she burst into a merry tune. One that spoke of sailors coming home after many long years at sea to see their loved ones standing on the shore waiting. It mirrored her own burst of elation at even thinking of entering the court. She'd be a jack at least one day. . . they'd see. Then she could bask in the music