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| Topic Started: May 16 2009, 10:34 PM (67 Views) | |
| Soria | May 16 2009, 10:34 PM Post #1 |
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Soria was alone... She was far away from the bustling streets of Trevena, far away from her life as a dancer and singer to earn her daily meals... Far, far away... Even Irene, the songbird that always follows her whenever she goes was not accompanying her. Soria had read about and found a herb that songbird were attracted to for some reason far beyond human comprehension. She had used it to keep her little companion to bide her at a certain location. Soria made sure it was a location out of reach from any lurking predetors and not too far from where she was wandering. Why would Soria need some time to be alone? She didn't know herself, other than she felt this strong and demanding urge to be in solitude, away from contact of any sort. She strolled around the small clearing, singing a small tune to herself. Even though she was singing absentlymindedly the words came out and knitted themselves together to form a song that flowed like a river... |
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| Belvaan | May 17 2009, 01:46 AM Post #2 |
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Belvaan had woke early that morning -much like every morning of his life. He had been away from home for nearly four months. He longed to return to the temple. He desired above all things to once again hold his daggers in his hand -to once again be complete. The black wooden box, his only real possession, lay close by. The young monk had spent the better part of an hour practicing his blade forms. He flowed from stance to stance, lost in the simplicity of each movement. His eyes were closed to the world around him. He felt only the wind against his body as he moved. While he meditated in movement, Belvaan could almost feel his beloved blades in his hand. He suddenly stopped his practice; failing to enter into the last form. His mind had lost focus. He stood silent. He knew that to complete his journey he must overcome his reliance on his blades. It was, however, not this thought that suddenly stopped the monk in his morning practice. Belvaan had spent almost his entire life within the walls of the Temple of the Silver Blades. The temple had nearly everything the blade monk could desire. Without realizing it before, the temple had been lacking one thing. He had grown up with the rhythm of steel against steel; fist against fist. He knew well the sounds of nature, the sounds of signal bells, the sounds of laughter at evening meals. It was what he heard this morning that hypnotized the young monk. There was, floating through the air, a sound unlike any Belvaan had ever heard. The monks at the temple did not sing -there was no music in his life. Since he had left the temple, he had traveled the wilds -never entering into any town. In his twenty-two years, Belvaan had never heard music. He was drawn to the sound, absently scooping up the black wooden box as he followed the sweet sound to its source. He felt no sense of danger. To Belvaan the world was simple; nothing dangerous could make such a sound. |
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| Soria | May 17 2009, 04:47 PM Post #3 |
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Soria aburptly stopped her singing. Even though her ears weren't as sensitive as a wolf's, she had unmistakably heard someone approaching the clearing. Her violet eyes darted around, searching for the person or creature who had happened to stumble upon this clearing. She had heard of thieves lurking around these areas, and she knew very well that thieves were none too friendly people... "Who's there?" she called out, her voice calm and composed but with an underlying fear in every word. |
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| Belvaan | May 18 2009, 03:41 AM Post #4 |
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"Who's there?" The monk heard the voice, but could not yet see from whom it came. There was no doubt, in Belvaan's mind, that the voice that had just spoke was the same that had been singing only seconds ago. He paused for a moment. He did not wish to disturb the beautiful sound that had interrupted his morning practice; but his curiosity at who would make such a sound had grown too great to resist. He could tell that the woman was nearby -most likely behind the large berry bush in front of him. He walked around the bush, his arms spread out at his waist. He kept his palms facing upward -his most unaggresive posture. Belvaan smiled warmly as he slowly stepped into the clearing. "I did not mean to interrupt you. I heard your voice carry through the winds. I have never heard its equal. I did not wish for you to stop -I merely wanted to get closer to listen." The young monk's smile remained warm while he spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. The violet eyes of the woman intrigued Belvaan. There were many mysteries in the world. In his sheltered life, he had never heard of eyes being such a brilliant color. He drew no conclusions as to the origin of this woman. Belvaan knew there was much about life he did not understand. Though he was curious about her, he would ask the woman no questions that probed too far. He believed that when someone wished to share, they would do so of their own accord. "I only revealed myself because you heard me. I did not mean to frighten you...and I felt that to remain hidden might frighten you more. If you desire solitude, I will leave. You would not have to worry about me disturbing you any further." Belvaan spoke with a sincere, yet gentle, look on his face. |
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| Soria | May 19 2009, 07:40 PM Post #5 |
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A man, who looked around his twenties, emerged from behind the berry bush. As far as Soria could see, he seemed to be showing a gesture that he meant no harm and his tone of voice and words exhibited his curiosity of her singing. As if he had never heard music in his lifetime... She couldn't felt a little... exposed... Without her cloak, her torn and ravaged wings were plain to see, but only if one had a clear view of her back. She let out an inward sigh of relief when she realised the man wouldn't be able to see her wings... Or what was left of them... "I was here to be alone... But I wouldn't mind your presence..." Soria said, even though she was a little sad that her little moment of solitude had come to an end... |
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| Belvaan | May 21 2009, 09:43 AM Post #6 |
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Belvaan nodded at the woman's consent. He kept his distance, trying to refrain from doing anything that might make her nervous. "Where did you learn to make that sound with your voice? It is truely among the most amazing things I have ever heard." Suddenly Belvaan felt as though he had missed out on something in his upbringing. He felt as though his education at the temple had been incomplete. He wondered if singing was something that all people with violet eyes could do. He wondered, but did not ask the question, for it would be probing to far. "Would you do more?" |
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| Soria | May 21 2009, 09:28 PM Post #7 |
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Soria noticed the man kept his distance, knowing that he startled her he must be trying not to do anything to make her suddenly dash into the bushes. Her eyes almost widened with shock when she heard the man's word, for his words clearly depicted he did not know what singing was... "Have you never heard of singing?" Soria couldn't help but ask, the curiosity getting the better of her... |
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