Jigano grinned as Amalia took up the thread of song, her voice beautiful even before Jyoti added her otherworldly whalesong to the mix. They rose to the occasion, as he had known they would, and Isuma peeped as she leapt lightly to the bard's shoulder, placing gentle talons on the top of his head as she raised her head to the moon and chirruped happily along.
When the song was handed over to Deimos Jigano nodded encouragingly. Whatever their previous interactions, both bad and good, this was a night for camaraderie and song, for uniting and joyful celebration of Safrin and summer. The big man's voice was as deep in song as it had been in speech, and though it wasn't particularly tuneful there was a martial grandeur to it, and the couplet he created. It brought them back around to new beginnings, and he grinned to the mountain, offering a nod of approval and respect even as his fingers continued to dance.
"A most excellent beginning," he declared. "Shall we add in our instruments as we work on the second verse? Amalia, you'll have to improvise if you didn't bring anything to play," he teased gently. "Perhaps Deimos can make an instrument for you? He can go second this time, while you get ready."
He waited for them to sort out whatever decision or magic would result in an instrument for the baker, and until Deimos had his own drum in hand before he reprised the introductory notes, slowing the beat down so it would be easier for his companions to follow along on their own music-makers. He hummed until he reached the opening, and again he sang:
"Bright friendships made under your sky,
To keep them close we'll always try."
Fire and light and song were usually an effective deterrent against wild things in the night, but Longheat had seared the Hollowed Grounds and food was scarcer than it had been in Flowerbirth. Around the little clearing eyes began to wink in the dark, slinking shapes drawn near by the wafting scent of cooking meat upon the fire...
Strike up your instruments and keep those lyrics coming!
1. Deimos
2.Amalia
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When the song was handed over to Deimos Jigano nodded encouragingly. Whatever their previous interactions, both bad and good, this was a night for camaraderie and song, for uniting and joyful celebration of Safrin and summer. The big man's voice was as deep in song as it had been in speech, and though it wasn't particularly tuneful there was a martial grandeur to it, and the couplet he created. It brought them back around to new beginnings, and he grinned to the mountain, offering a nod of approval and respect even as his fingers continued to dance.
"A most excellent beginning," he declared. "Shall we add in our instruments as we work on the second verse? Amalia, you'll have to improvise if you didn't bring anything to play," he teased gently. "Perhaps Deimos can make an instrument for you? He can go second this time, while you get ready."
He waited for them to sort out whatever decision or magic would result in an instrument for the baker, and until Deimos had his own drum in hand before he reprised the introductory notes, slowing the beat down so it would be easier for his companions to follow along on their own music-makers. He hummed until he reached the opening, and again he sang:
"Bright friendships made under your sky,
To keep them close we'll always try."
Fire and light and song were usually an effective deterrent against wild things in the night, but Longheat had seared the Hollowed Grounds and food was scarcer than it had been in Flowerbirth. Around the little clearing eyes began to wink in the dark, slinking shapes drawn near by the wafting scent of cooking meat upon the fire...
1. Deimos
2.
PQ will move on in 48 hours or when everyone has posted
