Post by Kei on Oct 18, 2005 15:14:52 GMT -5
A soft melody filled the air, gentle in nature, and utterly beautiful in spirit. The melody that flowed so readily through the town, bouncing from wall to wall to reach even the farthest corners of the town.
Many became intoxicated with the sweet sound, swaying gently as they made their daily routines out in nature. Children gathered around the center, young girls gracefully moving to the music, while many young boys watched with fleeting eyes. Each pair of eyes traced a pattern, carved out by the maidens in the courtyard.
The younger children haven't the patience for such a task, and proceeded to run to their heart's content, their parents away at their work or at their daily tasks. Several children ran the full length of the courtyard and back, but soon were tired of such a boring endeavor. Exhausted from their freedom, each became a part of a small circle in the courtyard.
All surrounded a youth, no older than eighteen. None could tell if the youth seated before them was male or female, nor did they care. Each set of ears was under the spell of the song, just as their older counterparts had been.
The youth remained silent, letting the music speak this young one's words. Several children were not only entranced by the melody, but by the hands that created it. Gentle hands that seemed to glide over the rough chords, and strike it at the precise angle to create a lasting effect. The youth's fingers moved quickly, becoming a blur to unskilled eyesight.
Softly, the melody came to a close, signalling the dispersal of the children and the youths that danced so gracefully in the courtyard, that now had nothing to bestow their grace upon, and the males that watched that now had nothing to fufill the lust of flesh and insane desire to become a part of a dancer's life.
Silently, the youth that had produced such a melody of poise stood up, stretching the limbs that had granted such a talent. Once done, the youth opened dull-colored eyes, at that time of day it was bright out, and soon it became hard to see anything until the eyes had adjusted to so much light.
This was just another day, in the life of a bard.
Many became intoxicated with the sweet sound, swaying gently as they made their daily routines out in nature. Children gathered around the center, young girls gracefully moving to the music, while many young boys watched with fleeting eyes. Each pair of eyes traced a pattern, carved out by the maidens in the courtyard.
The younger children haven't the patience for such a task, and proceeded to run to their heart's content, their parents away at their work or at their daily tasks. Several children ran the full length of the courtyard and back, but soon were tired of such a boring endeavor. Exhausted from their freedom, each became a part of a small circle in the courtyard.
All surrounded a youth, no older than eighteen. None could tell if the youth seated before them was male or female, nor did they care. Each set of ears was under the spell of the song, just as their older counterparts had been.
The youth remained silent, letting the music speak this young one's words. Several children were not only entranced by the melody, but by the hands that created it. Gentle hands that seemed to glide over the rough chords, and strike it at the precise angle to create a lasting effect. The youth's fingers moved quickly, becoming a blur to unskilled eyesight.
Softly, the melody came to a close, signalling the dispersal of the children and the youths that danced so gracefully in the courtyard, that now had nothing to bestow their grace upon, and the males that watched that now had nothing to fufill the lust of flesh and insane desire to become a part of a dancer's life.
Silently, the youth that had produced such a melody of poise stood up, stretching the limbs that had granted such a talent. Once done, the youth opened dull-colored eyes, at that time of day it was bright out, and soon it became hard to see anything until the eyes had adjusted to so much light.
This was just another day, in the life of a bard.
