KHEELAN
There was such a beautiful day today. The weather was warm, the sun was shining and Kheelan had a few days off which meant enjoying himself in nature. Leaves had begun to slightly shift color but so far it was just a few leaves here and there on some trees, most of them were still green.Kheelan had been looking for that perfect branch to make a new flute from, so far he was in no luck. He placed his satchel by a large roots and sat down by a beautiful tree in front of a lake which seemed to spring from two large rocks. It was a beautiful place here. The smell of sweet grass was calming to the mind, as was the late blooming flowers who still hung on to the sun's warming rays even though the new season had started now.
The redheaded fae took his flute from the side of his belt from where it had been hanging since before he sat down by the tree and put it against his lips. He began playing from the heart. He closed his eyes after a few notes on the instrument he had come to know so well during the years at Greatwood and the city of Sidh. Now however, he had wandered freely and was currently at the Glade and by the oasis, a place he had come to like when he wasn't at home in his own forest. Not many places could hold up against fae forests, but this was one of very few places that came close.
The tunes of the flute almost seemed to become one with the rustling of the trees as the wind played with them as well as Kheelans hair that flowed free all the way to below his behind, the rippling of the waterfall held a soft rhythm to his flute and the chirping of the birds accentuated the music he created. It was, in its own way... magical.
Swords can only kill the heart it aims at,
but music can mend all hearts that listen.
but music can mend all hearts that listen.
