Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 13:15:47 GMT -8
Sian paced the living quarters of the conservatory, not having seen anyone in a few days and bored with the tedium of training her mind drifted from one thought to the next with no focus. As time passed an itch at the nape of her neck grew into an annoyance Sian could't shake. Over and over she weighed the love and affection, comfort and security of Atay, against the attraction and common interest Sian felt for Xander. Instinct had her make her way to the third floor to the frost crate and the food she had scavenged, she still hadn't gone shoping and the half of a lemon left in the crate would not satisfy the hunger that burned in her like the itch at the nape of her neck. Sian's ears rang with layers of sound like her mind it had no focus or direction; as the day progressed her pacing turned to stalking as something inside her began to motivate her behaviour; deep inside the need for serenity and sustance triggered the beast.
Sian moved in a flurry, bolsered by the direction and focus of her body she moved with instinct, first to her room where she dresesed for travel and gathered her harp, then out into the snow where she mounted and sang out the magic to take her to a moongate. Sian drove the etherial mount as hard as she could across the plains of Ilshenar to the one place her mind would find the silence needed to focus on the music, but before she reached the hall Atay had shown her the hunger surfaced and threatened the focus she had gained from the beast. Sian could not satisfy the hunger in her mind till she saited her body. The city of the Meer, they had not attacked her when Atay had shown her their town. Moving through the sleeping buildings Sian found fruit, cheese and bread enough to fill the void in her stomach. Dropping from her mount at the edge of the river Sian ate furiously, then tried to quench her thirst form the river but water didn't touch the agony she now felt in her mind. Mounting again she forced the horse to the edge of its stamina, through the fae valley and into the dungeon Sian at last found silence the sound of unfocused music was only augmented by the pulse of her own blood in her ears.
Sian moved about the room running her hand over the cold metal shield, the hard stone walls, she needed to be unrestrained free to expeience the sounds in her head and let them lead her into enlightenment. Sian moved the harp to the center of the room, then stripped all confining clothing from her letting the chill of the dungeon air caress her skin as she delved into the sounds in her mind. A discordance of noise with out beginning or end confronted her, like the physical hunger of her belly this ate away at her making it hard to focus and find distinction. Again the beast clawed its way to the surface, primal fury tore away at the layers of sound until finally Sian could see, each layer the same music beginning and ending at a different time, on a different octive, all the same muic now torn into is simplist form that she could hear and learn, that she could play...
Moving to the harp Sian knelt down straddling the instrument pulling it tight between her thighs, in her mind Sian flipped over the pages of the music to the center the one piece that made common ground between all the pages that when combined were just noise. Laying her fingers on the strings of the harp Sian played, the harp humed into life sound vibrating off the metal shields filling the room cloaking her in its arms and holding her as she let it flow from her mind into her hands and out through the harp and her body. Minutes turned ito hours as she played, her fingers bled and drops splattered on her face, chest and thighs. The music comsummed her as the fury of her hands brought it to life. One page, the first in her understanding of eternity, esctasy over took Sian as she played her body trembling as the music ebbed forth, till in exhaustion her fingers slipped from the strings of the harp and her body slumped against it as she lost consiousness; her last consious thought was of Atya, she had to play this for him, she had found it for him...
Sian moved in a flurry, bolsered by the direction and focus of her body she moved with instinct, first to her room where she dresesed for travel and gathered her harp, then out into the snow where she mounted and sang out the magic to take her to a moongate. Sian drove the etherial mount as hard as she could across the plains of Ilshenar to the one place her mind would find the silence needed to focus on the music, but before she reached the hall Atay had shown her the hunger surfaced and threatened the focus she had gained from the beast. Sian could not satisfy the hunger in her mind till she saited her body. The city of the Meer, they had not attacked her when Atay had shown her their town. Moving through the sleeping buildings Sian found fruit, cheese and bread enough to fill the void in her stomach. Dropping from her mount at the edge of the river Sian ate furiously, then tried to quench her thirst form the river but water didn't touch the agony she now felt in her mind. Mounting again she forced the horse to the edge of its stamina, through the fae valley and into the dungeon Sian at last found silence the sound of unfocused music was only augmented by the pulse of her own blood in her ears.
Sian moved about the room running her hand over the cold metal shield, the hard stone walls, she needed to be unrestrained free to expeience the sounds in her head and let them lead her into enlightenment. Sian moved the harp to the center of the room, then stripped all confining clothing from her letting the chill of the dungeon air caress her skin as she delved into the sounds in her mind. A discordance of noise with out beginning or end confronted her, like the physical hunger of her belly this ate away at her making it hard to focus and find distinction. Again the beast clawed its way to the surface, primal fury tore away at the layers of sound until finally Sian could see, each layer the same music beginning and ending at a different time, on a different octive, all the same muic now torn into is simplist form that she could hear and learn, that she could play...
Moving to the harp Sian knelt down straddling the instrument pulling it tight between her thighs, in her mind Sian flipped over the pages of the music to the center the one piece that made common ground between all the pages that when combined were just noise. Laying her fingers on the strings of the harp Sian played, the harp humed into life sound vibrating off the metal shields filling the room cloaking her in its arms and holding her as she let it flow from her mind into her hands and out through the harp and her body. Minutes turned ito hours as she played, her fingers bled and drops splattered on her face, chest and thighs. The music comsummed her as the fury of her hands brought it to life. One page, the first in her understanding of eternity, esctasy over took Sian as she played her body trembling as the music ebbed forth, till in exhaustion her fingers slipped from the strings of the harp and her body slumped against it as she lost consiousness; her last consious thought was of Atya, she had to play this for him, she had found it for him...