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May 29, 2006 19:17:21 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on May 29, 2006 19:17:21 GMT
*Ashnel pulls a reed flute from her tunic pocket, muttering an excuse about leaving his clarinet back at his treehouse. The dark squirrel forces out a few notes and bars of music, before glaring at Terragon and Melamia to begin.* Come whisper, come follow, To the woodland glade, Where fate is heavy and life is long.
Come cry, come mourn, In the palace of tears, Where the call will echoe inside.
Come hear, come listen, Our hearts beat as one, If you follow now to where life is long. Dorial, medieval music... Can't beat it, eh? *Ashnel cries, breaking the stillness after the music dies away.*
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May 30, 2006 12:50:58 GMT
Post by Ayeny Alashia on May 30, 2006 12:50:58 GMT
'Twould depend on the musician, *Ayeny replies, standing calmly with her arms crossed, a half-grin on her face.*
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May 30, 2006 13:52:59 GMT
Post by Geordie Brushtail on May 30, 2006 13:52:59 GMT
*Geordie nods in agreement.* Roight. Ah believe Ayeny wouldnae enjoy it ha'f as much if twere me playin', ye ken? Course, that may be tha pipes at work...
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May 30, 2006 16:14:30 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on May 30, 2006 16:14:30 GMT
OOC: The tune, I think, is an anthem. Really nice music, sounds medieval, is medieval... Amazing music. Love it - But can't remember the name.
BIC:
On a completely different note - *Ashnel continues, hastily changing the subject as he scuffs the ground to hide his embarrassment at the compliments.* - Anybeast else want to add to the "musical atmosphere." *He grins wolfishly.*
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May 30, 2006 16:19:51 GMT
Post by Ayeny Alashia on May 30, 2006 16:19:51 GMT
*Ayeny seems on the verge of making a decision, and suddenly dashes off, hastily, muttering something indecipherable with a slight blush on her face.*
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May 30, 2006 16:27:12 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on May 30, 2006 16:27:12 GMT
Suit y'self! *Ashnel calls after the retreating figure with a slight laugh.* Me and Terragon'll meet you back at Starsett Hollow later!
*Terragon rolls her eyes. The start of the summer had brought a storm, tearing down many of the homes in the village. Since then, she, Ashnel and a team of villagers and moles have been working double to complete the new settlement. So much to be done still... She sighs. Though, a little break won't do any harm!*
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May 30, 2006 16:31:33 GMT
Post by Ayeny Alashia on May 30, 2006 16:31:33 GMT
*The small figure is close to disappearing when she halts, spins around, and yells something indignantly in Ashnel's direction, waving a distant fist, before she disappears into the village.*
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May 30, 2006 16:33:01 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on May 30, 2006 16:33:01 GMT
She'll be back... *Ashnel murmurs, with undeserved confidence. He watches the tumbleweed roll past in the silence as Terragon glares at him... Oh well.*
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May 30, 2006 16:40:10 GMT
Post by Ayeny Alashia on May 30, 2006 16:40:10 GMT
*Ayeny runs straight to the treehouse, quickly grabbing an oblong case and heading out again. Only at the edge of the village, just out of sight from the others, does she stop, looking at the polished wood with chagrin. How long has it been since you've played for somebeast else? Months? Years? You'll make a fool of yourself, that's sure. After a moment, she continues on, keeping the case behind her back. Not that you can turn back now, after... Ayeny glares in Ashnel's direction.*
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May 30, 2006 16:58:09 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on May 30, 2006 16:58:09 GMT
*Ashnel stands up, uncertain as to whether he has scared Ayeny off completely. Terragon stands up to see too, and finally Melamia stands.*
*Talis and Arven try and see past the taller creatures.* What are we looking at?! Where's Ayeny, where's 'Yeny?!
*Ashnel scoops the two post-dibbun annoyances up, and dumps them a little way away. Returning, he gives a triumphant "I told you so" smile.*
Told you she'd be back.
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May 30, 2006 17:40:43 GMT
Post by Ayeny Alashia on May 30, 2006 17:40:43 GMT
*Ayeny returns to the others, still occasionally glaring at Ashnel, whom she has deemed far too self-assured for his own good. She keeps the case behind her back, arms awkwardly folded about it in the obscure hope that she can just back out now and forget about it.*
Talking about me? *she asks, raising an eyebrow at Ashnel.*
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May 31, 2006 9:14:06 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on May 31, 2006 9:14:06 GMT
*Ashnel nods, casually.* Yeah. *He smirks.*
*Arven and Talis are back, and the squirrel darts round behind Ayeny to see what she is hiding behind her back.*
Wha's that, 'Yeny? *Talis yelps, excitedly.*
*The other red squirrel, Terragon, sits down, an almost bored look on her face as she watches the post-dibbun annoyances dance around Ayeny.*
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May 31, 2006 9:30:46 GMT
Post by Ayeny Alashia on May 31, 2006 9:30:46 GMT
*Ayeny lets Ashnel's remark slide, and tries to twist away from Arven and Talis before sheepishly revealing the case, fingers sliding to the catch and popping it open to reveal a little hollowed-out bamboo flute.* I- I play, *she explains, trying to sound casual.* Or used to.
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Jun 3, 2006 15:59:46 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jun 3, 2006 15:59:46 GMT
Terragon's fallen asleep! *Ashnel snickers. The red squirrel opens one eyes from her place in the long, warm grass.* I ain' sleeping... *She quickly changes the subject.* Hey, 'Yeny - You going t'play? Bamboo flute... Tha's nice.
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Jun 3, 2006 18:12:52 GMT
Post by Ayeny Alashia on Jun 3, 2006 18:12:52 GMT
Looks like you'd like to hear a lullaby, *Ayeny says, grinning.* 'Kay, don't beat me up horribly if I can't play. *She carefully takes it out, her paws finding the holes, and raises it to her lips, which are suddenly very dry.* OOC: Ayeny can't really sing 'cos she's playing an instrument, but I'm not particularly good at describing music, and I wrote the words first anyway, so I'll write the words to help with you finding a tune- think a tune like a burbling river, always changing. BIC: The rich golden threads of the summer sun Reach down for the land 'til the day is done Summer to Autumn to Winter to Spring We play and we laugh, we dance and we sing
Yet the cool Autumn-breezes will start to blow And one wintry day, the summer, 'twill go. And we'll have a season of wonder again- To Winter to Spring, to Summer again. *Ayeny hastily puts the flute down after the last note and coughs.*
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