*Towards the Breath of the Muse * ... Post Tyiilaan CDQ thread

[RollinsCat]

He's been listening to the bard and at times humming or sanding in time to her; her music has been a backdrop to his own discomforts and thoughts.  With the restrained ending he gives her a warm smile, letting all his enjoyment of the music shine in his expression.

[Lance Stargazer]

**There is no Heartsong archer comming or in sight, and SehKy is not currently seen *

// The scene described below to SehKy came from him going to the heartsong archer campsite . He hasn't written he has come back

[MadHattan]

*After visiting with Ke'lduran, SehKy returns to camp alone, light of heart and resulting mood.  Speaking thoes at camp*  Too bad they keep to themselves, I can't help but like them *smiles thoughtfully looking back in the direction of the Hearsong Camp*.  That Ke'lduran has served in the Heartsong Archers for 100 years.  Perhaps Andrew and Cord can perform something they can  enjoy from afar *smiles at them hopefully*.

[Hellblazer]

*She smiled at the idea approving* If not for them, at least for us?

[Anamnesis]

Cord looked up at Andrew with a look of agreement in her eyes, "If Master Andrew wishes. I don't see why not."

[Jilseponie Wyndon]

We are in a relatively safe area, I see no reason why you should not enjoy yourselves.  *Takes up a comfortable position against a tree*

[RollinsCat]

"Mm."  Without another word he sets the art tools aside and takes Bella out of her pebbled leather case.  After a moment of tuning he picks up where Cord left off, stroking the bow along the strings in short bursts that begin sharp, trail, and fade; musical steam.  Lengthening the notes, he starts to improvise, leaving space for the elven bard to join.

"Who do you see when the river reflects
A face in the ripples, a mirror to inside
Black white and red from nightmares and dreams
A soul wrapped in skin that makes our children cry..."

[Hellblazer]

*Ty leans back on her side and shoulder, eyes closed and she listens to the music, letting it permeate her trying to visualize the embodiment of the lyrics.*

[RollinsCat]

The words are harsh but, picking up on Cord's discomfort as he heard it in her playing and his own mixed feelings, honest.  The anger expressed by the elven woman is muted in his rendition, favoring her final notes of reflection instead.

[Hellblazer]

*After a moment Ty's eyed opened and she looked as if she was restless and her movement as she got back up to sitting more harsh, just as the music had been. She tried again to capture some of the fire into a bubble of magic that would contain air.*

[MadHattan]

**after listening to the music SehKy stands and walks to the bank of the river for some inner reflection of his own*

[Hellblazer]

*Tyillaan reaches into her bag to eat a small portion of food, and then looks to the other when she's done*

Well, I'm going to go and rest, I hope you all a good night rest, so we can start early tomorrow.

*Once said she takes a more comfortable potion and starts to meditate until she falls into reverie*

[RollinsCat]

"May I see the locket before you retire?"  Bella is tucked away and the brushes picked up.

[Jilseponie Wyndon]

*Jil takes up a comfortable spot whee the glare of the fire does not blind her vision in the dark.  Looking up into the stars, she ponders a great many things, yet her senses remain alert.*

[Hellblazer]

*Tyillaan passes the locket to Andrew hoping it doesn't bother Jil that she does so.*

Of course, hand it back to Jil when you are done, please.

[RollinsCat]

A quick nod, an examination of the locket.  He's still humming the Cord's tune and making up words but he tones it down so the non-night-owls can rest.  He won't be.  Not for a while.

With a light spell sung onto his fingers, he illuminates the picture inside locket and shows it to Cord before setting it open on his thigh.  Using his journal as an easel, he begins to sketch the woman into the painting he started earlier - outside the cabin, sitting, easel in front of her - she drawing the dwelling, serene, as he was when he drew it.  Her brush is held up and on the canvas, her body relaxed, trim in a blue gingham long dress and apron;  he paints her to have red hair.  It makes him smile as his fingers daub and stroke.  

It's not his most accomplished form of expression and therefore he is absorbed.  He includes in as much detail as he can the cabin on the canvas in front of her.  The river and grass and trees around him are gone; Cord, Ty'llian, Jil, SehKy - gone; it is just his glowing fingers and the tiny, imagined world on the sheet of sketching linen.

[Lance Stargazer]

*Time passes, as Andrew goes into his "artistic trance", the rest of the group had taken their time to rest, under the vigilance of the Heartsong archers around, Andrew snaps back as the warm caress of the sun rays hit his cheek, returning to the reality and outside of his small "time bubble" to draw, he can see his picture finished ( with the resources he has of course ), he realizes he didn't sleep all night so absorbed into the drawing and the artistic expression, feeling the moment and developing into the creation, with the passion of an artist, he looks at the painting again, and leans back, if any a bit tired, he can't supress a yawn, as the sun keeps raising into the horizon*

[RollinsCat]

The sun was making him drowsy.  Well, and the lack of sleep - he hadn't gone that long absorbed in his expressions in a while.  It was good, like a good night performing, but he felt some of his age.  The painting was secured inside the sketchbook, the locket placed into Jil's hand, and the paints, charcoal, brushes, and a fresh sheet of linen paper set in front of Ty'llian.  The small pots and brushes he set at the corners so the wind would not blow the blank page away; he staged it as an introduction.  This was a good spot to create.  He hoped she'd feel it.

He hoped as well that his eyes were playing tricks on him.  The picture in the locket seemed blurry, the canvas worn, almost burnt - but surely it was his imagination.  He'd only had it open for...six hours?  Eight?  Was that too long?  Or was he just not seeing right?  He'd reassess when he woke.  Praying no one was in a particular hurry to get moving, he crawled into his sleeping sack, still clothed, and let dreams take him.

[Anamnesis]

Cord's own reverie came, the need for rest overwhelming and her eyes closed while she watched Andrew creating a beautiful work of art in the dark. In her own reverie she could see her mothers face, and hear the sound of her voice singing a soft song and she could hear Ty's voice, encouraging her to remember her mother to close her eyes. She wanted to hate Ty and all the dark elves for taking her away, but Ty helped her remember and for that she owed Ty a great deal.

She sat up slowly as the sun rose and took out her own charcoal, and drew the face she remembered. She had never drew her mother, protecting her memory deep inside, but she was the only one who remembered her mother as far as she knew. And so she drew as much detail into the charcoal rendering as she could remember.

[Lance Stargazer]

*The start as the sun keeps moving up and more up into the morning sky, the feel of the breeze from the river gives you a nice feeling of freshness, Jil used to it, wakes up earlier, and can see that the Heartsong has not stopped keeping eyes upon you, being extraordinairly vigilant on the group*

*The sun reaches to about near what could be 9 am in the morning, as Andrew stays asleep, as the rest of you start to wake up slowly*