The moon and stars are bright in the nights bosom tonight glowing with all their might. The wind flew thru the trees of the surrounding park bringing the gift of touch and sound and smells to him. The dew from the light ground fog brought by the river and wind making the smells crisp, clear, and clean.
All this found Daymian standing atop a large boulder with a semi flat table like surface. He stood there slightly bent as if looking down but instead had his eyes closed waiting for the pause in the breeze that allowed him to play his own music and then it was there and his violin sang and his body followed the music bending to its will matching the intensity as he was lost atop that boulder.
He was free and his wings that he ever had to keep bound about him were instead loosed and surrounding him and he was free as his body flowed thru life and the night. He could almost feel the Crone dancing thru the trees around him, with him. His bare chest gleames pale in the moonlight, his feet bare touching wind as he leaps and stone as he lands again and again.
4 Suxx to Sing and Dance1 Suxx for Awe
Chris Wooding