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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 26, 2008 15:41:58 GMT -5
Xiven watched the boy but found that her eyes couldn't quite make sense of him. Instead she kept her eyes focused on the stage and his sister. "Well, I just happened to meet her in this coffee shop. You see I was born in the Court of Hearts and my mother never let me stray to my home region. I understand why now...." she trailed off when Poe started to sing.
The girl did have an amazing voice. The song was depressing, but that wasn't a big surprise. Considering that everything here was some sort of depressing she would never be surprised by the lacking change of pace.
"She does have a wonderful voice." Xiven muttered with her chin on her hand. She just wanted to get out of this realm as fast as she possibly could. Her "vacation" was over, and she could deal with everything later. Plus she needed to check up on Fluffy.
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Post by Vyn on Aug 27, 2008 18:25:44 GMT -5
Trying hard not to pay direct attention to Xiven, he hated how people looked at him sometimes...how they so often questioned if he'd really been there at all... He had a hard time getting his talons around reality to begin with.... Poe's singing, luckily, rescued him from the downward spiral his thoughts were taking. She had such a wonderful voice, sweet and sad and yet hinting ever so gently of a muted joy.
Opium did that to her, but he had a feeling this wasn't just the opium speaking.
"I don't blame her." He admitted gently. He may wear the bindings of his region -- though not nearly as severely as his siblings did -- but he felt little connection to it aside from the proper ritualism of it all. It was simply too ingrained to let go of. Poe, on the other wing,...she needed a reprieve before she disappeared like their mom. "I don't entirely like it here myself, but I think my sister finds something artistically beautiful in the sorrow here."
Imre didn't understand that either. Sweet sorrow... He could understand than, but the morbidly morose qualities of this region could be even more disturbing than beasts which prowled the Tulgey Wood at night.
"It really is. Maybe now that she's getting less lethal bindings she'll be able to go to the Villa as well. I'm sure she'll find a great deal more inspiration there than here."
Poe's singing continued throughout their conversation, her voice dancing in and out of the conversation like tendrils of living shadow.
" Her eyes believed in mysteries,
She would lay amongst the leaves of amber...
Her spirit wild, heart of a child,
Yet gentle still, and quiet and mild
And he loved her...
When she would say...
'Promise me, when you see
A white rose you'll think of me.
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be...
Your ghost of a rose...' "
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Post by Kiki on Aug 27, 2008 21:02:27 GMT -5
Kari and Vyn receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 28, 2008 13:05:07 GMT -5
"Artists are a different breed of people. They live on another level of existence where they can find beauty in things most people can't, at least that's what I've gathered from watching some of them. I don't exactly get the whole making art or singing thing, I'm rather bad at it." Xiven sighed. She was good at waving around an axe which could be seen as an art but... it was different. She could dance but... that was also different.
Her ears perked at the Villa comment while the sound of Poe's voice drifted in and out of the conversation. She sounded fantastic here maybe she could do well in Villa. "If she ever wants to try to get in a private academy I'm sure I can write a recommendation." She shrugged. They could easily refuse a recommendation letter from a titled court member but it could never hurt to send one.
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Post by Vyn on Aug 30, 2008 10:01:43 GMT -5
The crow laughed briefly. "This is true...very true. I'm as artistic as you, I think. Singing doesn't come easily to me," if he even bothered to sing, "but I do have a fondness for dancing." Unwittingly, he agreed with Xiven. Dancing was a different sort of art. Some forms of dance could be considered art, but...he really didn't think his dancing classified as art of any sort.
Regardless of whether he was artful or artistic, Imre enjoyed watching other artists and that was good enough for him.
"A recommendation?" Imre thought on this before a smile brushed his beak once more. He sipped at his tea briefly before bringing his gaze up toward the feline at last. He was pleased to see she wasn't staring. "I think that would be very kind of you."
Once more his gaze swung onto the finch on stage, blissfully caught up in the haze of her drug and the finale of her song. Happy wasn't something he used to describe his family very often, but she sure seemed it now.
"When all was done, she turned to run,
Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her...
And evermore he thought he saw
A glimpse of her upon the moors forever...
He'd hear her say...
Promise me, when you see
A white rose you'll think of me.
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be...
Your ghost of a rose..."
As the song came to an end, Poe's voice trailed off into a contented silence and she peered out across the small sea of watchers. They applauded and she bowed, feeling the familiar flutter of pleasure and uncertainty that came with performing.
Slowly she made her way off the stage, careful of her bindings with every step.
When she finally rejoined her brother and Xiven at the table, she took a deep sip of her drink before talking. The finch was very glad she'd gotten the chance to sing. "Thank you." She murmured happily before taking another sip to calm her fluttering heart and nerves.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 30, 2008 23:03:02 GMT -5
Xiven shrugged. "She deserves it from the sound of her voice and from the looks of her bindings." If they were that cruel it probably meant that there was someone in their family who was that cruel. At least, that was what she gathered from they way bindings worked in families.
She applauded with the rest of the crowd when the song came to an end. That was a wonderful performance. The Queen watched as the finch returned to her seat, her careful way of treating her bindings was noted by the feline.
"You were fantastic," Xiven said in return as she continued to play with her empty cup. Black Coffee. She needed to stay away from that as much as possible... because tonight she was going to be awake the entire time. She mentally smacked herself for getting something so caffeinated so late in the day. Maybe it would wear off.
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Post by Vyn on Sept 14, 2008 9:35:14 GMT -5
Imre nodded a little, curious about her comment on the bindings. Yes, they were cruel...but they gave her a sense of character she might not have had otherwise. A thankfulness for life.. Yet, he agreed entirely: she deserved to be gone of them and to get her singing career like she always wanted.
He nudged Poe gently when she sat beside him. "Lovely as always, Poe."
Poe's feather's fluffed up nicely as both Xiven and Imre complimented her, the little bird dipping her head and sipping at her drink so that she could have a moment to contain her fluttering pleasure.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it... I wished I could sing a happier song for you, Xiven, but the ones I sing usually are not." This was not only because Poe had her own struggle with depression, but the simple fact that the finch thought her voice fitted sad songs better.
Imre smiled a little before glancing out the coffee shop window toward the darkening sky. Sunset was approaching fast... "When will you two be leaving for the Court of Hearts?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 14, 2008 15:33:10 GMT -5
"That's quite all right. Sad songs always have more character," Xiven said with a small smirk. She fiddled with her cup in mild amusement. If someone sang a happy song in this place she was sure they would be shot on sight. Something about the curse and repenting. Blah blah blah. If she ever had children she would explain to them what utter bullshit all of it was.
She blinked at Imre's inquiry. Looking out the window she finally noticed how the evening was fading. "As soon as daylight breaks." She responded. "I've overstayed my welcome in this little town and the residents are more than eager to see me depart. Or at the very least I'm tired of people looking at me like I have three heads."
"Poe, you can stay at the inn with me if you like." Xiven offered. It would be easier than hunting her down, that was for sure.
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Post by Vyn on Sept 14, 2008 21:57:06 GMT -5
"Really? I'm glad you think so too." The finch blushed more but her smile didn't fade. She liked Xiven, even if she was a little strange without any bindings.
"Honestly," Imre said, smiling a little. "I'm sure they would be far less surprised if you had three heads rather than your lack of bindings." With a small chuckle the crow slipped off of the bench, tilting his head to peer at the females as they spoke.
"I think that is a good idea, staying with you that is." She fidgeted slightly, twisting the cup between her wings. Was this really happening? It all felt so surreal.
"I should probably get going then, I need to fill Parzi and Vren in." He bowed lightly. "Thank you again, Miss Xiven, for taking care of Poe." Waving a wing toward his sister, Imre headed toward the exit. "I'll see you soon, Poe."
He wasn't going to say Bye, that might mean she wasn't coming back...
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 14, 2008 23:47:56 GMT -5
Xiven nodded. "Very well. Get back safely Imre." She said with a wave of her hand. The feline traced her finger over her glass once again. At least the inn was close by and it was better than staying with the crazy girl she had met on her first day here.
Why was everyone depressed or crazy? Wasn't there anyone normal in this place? Honestly. Her home was weird but nothing this weird. She brushed a bit of fur back as she looked at the girl across from her. "When you finish your tea we can leave."
And the feline would be happy to leave. She didn't want to deal with this depressing hell hole much longer. She would be going back to a decent place where this girl could be taken care of. And instead of coming back to the realm she could just send the girl off in a nice carriage.
She was going to avoid Torquehelm as long as she possibly could.
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