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Brin|Fairest|Presence 3 (Fetching)|Striking Looks 2 (Enchanting Green Eyes)
At least it isn't just me, Brin thinks as his cheeks puff out to continue the tune, growing slightly greener perhaps out of embarrassment. When the pause from the fiddle came once more, at least they were more in time, the Fairest managed to catch himself so as to turn around another potentially iffy performance into something more in keeping to what they were after; mournful and mysterious.
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Lynn heard the tune come around again and closed her eyes, throwing herself heart and soul into the music. She could feel it coming together, as they each seemed to come more "into tune" with the other. She opened her eyes and grinned at Brin, as the moon lit the mist around them.
Getting Closer - 4 suxx
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Brin|Fairest|Presence 3 (Fetching)|Striking Looks 2 (Enchanting Green Eyes)
Even though Brin didn't, couldn't really smile whilst playing but the corners of his green eyes did seem to lighten as the pair of them grew more in tune, the music coming from their joint understanding of their craft. A growing melody from within, comprised of both their Seemings; Fairest and Darkling. It was growing steadily, building and growing with the mist around them.
Brin could feel it, the start of something special; a crescendo of magical music.
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Eyes wide, Lynn felt the magic swirling around them. In her confusion, her fingers faltered on the strings, but she recovered as was able to continue the melody.
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The music played, a magical melody that both Lynn and Brin seemed to share in their dual roles of fiddler and piper. It rose up around both Darkling and Fairest, bringing with it the mist, creeping up over their feet and legs, hips and torso until each are completely encapsulated, senses and all, by the strange phenomenon.
Despite this, each can still hear the music but not with their ears but from somewhere else. Deep inside, the Wyrd that binds them, shared experiences from their captivity, of performers and artists, of emotions and exaltations, both Lynn and Brin can still feel the melody perfectly.
The mist dissipates. The melody stops abruptly. Brin blinks and lowers his pipes as his green-edged skin has taken on peculiar, pale swirls that match the moon's embrace above. Enchanting eyes widen as he looks at his bare hands before taking Lynn opposite him.
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Eyes wide, Lynn took in the changes in Brin left behind by the Wyrd touched mists. With a sudden start, she held out her own hands and examined them, a task made more difficult by the moonlight.
Where before she had simply looked pale and colorless, Lynn now resembled nothing more than an antique china doll. Skin that had been pasty white had changed to a dusty porcelain, her hair had taken on a faded auburn hue and there were now touches of color to her cheeks and lips. And her eyes, which were still a warm hazel, now had flecks of a brilliant green to them that exactly matched those looking back at her.
Lynn grinned, one hand touching her own changed flesh with the other reaching out towards Brin. "This . . . is not what I was expecting." And her laughter rang freely through the mist shrouded night.
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Brin|Fairest|Minstrel/Nightsinger|Presence 3 (Fetching)|Striking Looks 2 (Enchanting Green Eyes)
The china doll that now stood before him was something that he was not expecting and as his heart beat, the swirls on his skin seemed to pulse, growing steadily. The music was still in his core and would be forever more.
"I...know what you mean," he added, his light tone adding to Lynn's own laughter, chuckling away together. His own fingers found her extended hand. The pale swirls on his skin pulsed more rapidly.
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Lynn grinned and squeezed Brin's hand tightly before releasing it and picking up her fiddle once again.
"Well then. Shall we see what the rest of the night can bring?" With that she picked up her fiddle again and set it to her chin, her fingers picking out a bright and spirited jig. Her new Minstrel's gift blossomed within her and her song rang out bright and joyous throughout the night.
Everybody Dance! 9 suxx
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Brin grinned as he re-positioned his bagpipes and started to play once again, joining Lynn in her melody. The mist rolled around them, their kith's shared in the magical nature of the music they both played; haunting, captivating, hypnotic, and as the night continued, this impromptu jam session had brought enlightenment and transformation to both under the gaze of the bright moon above.
End Scene. Congratulations!
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