Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 13:19:47 GMT -8
Sian ran, fast and far as she could, to escape the dream. Istas had seem so calm, the people and atmosphere so much like herself it felt like home, at least what she thought a home would feel like. Music had coddled her, comforted her in her youth and guided her though adolescence. Shipped from one boarding school to another her parents kept her at arms length, never understanding how the music drove her fueled her passion and molded her into the woman she was. Amelia her first friend, the first person to ever have any idea how the music wove its way through everything, how it caressed each one of us as we moved though our existence. Sian now ran, from all she had found and developed a longing for, but it was not fear that drove her past exhaustion.
Falling into the moongate from Umbra to Britain Sian finally let her mind shut down, and heal, find some way to accept all that had happened over the past 24 hours and that there were people that would let her music come to an abrupt end. Sian knew fire had driven Amelia into that bestial frenzy, that primal state to protect herself. That in that state Ame had attacked her without intention or malice. Sian did not fear Amelia, and could easily forgive the attack; in her effort to help Sian was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Skry however was a different matter, continually he cast a shadow that threatened, his very existence seemed to be to destroy beauty and put an end to anything created. From the night at the Necropolis to the attack when he hovered over Amelia, smiling bearing his fangs as Amelia crushed her larynx and drained the life from her all he seemed to want was to end Sian’s song. Over and over again as she slept the day and night previous his face floating in her dreams egging Amelia on to finish what she started, the hate in his eyes as he grinned when Sian looked to him begging for help. Each time the dream came she awoke screaming in fear he would succeed and Sian would never sing or play again.
Waking at dusk Sian lifted herself from the ground at the foot of the moongate and some how found strength to make the walk back to her little dormitory at the Britain Music Academy. Amidst looks of suspicion and distrust, taunts and jibes about her appearance and her music. The academy was the only place Sian had to go. Soon she would be finished here and then left to fend for herself in the world with no home and nowhere to turn. Bathing from the small basin in her quarters Sian noticed the date, and the circle in red she had made; she had arrived back to the school with less than a day to prepare for her final performance on violin, less than a day to arrange with her partners to work out the flaws in a piece they hadn’t yet managed to play cleanly. With only three exams left before she would graduate how could she have let her tangent into Istas cloud so many years of study and preparation? How could she let anything block her path to standing among the elite musicians and singers of Sosaria? Wrapping her cowl around her head and neck, collecting her violin Sian headed to the auditorium to find her partners and if it killed her and them; they would be perfect. There was no time for thoughts of a single man who would destroy her music, there was only time to play and play beyond any skill she had acquired in her lifetime, she had to play flawlessly to prove all who doubted that she was more than they ever gave her credit for.
Falling into the moongate from Umbra to Britain Sian finally let her mind shut down, and heal, find some way to accept all that had happened over the past 24 hours and that there were people that would let her music come to an abrupt end. Sian knew fire had driven Amelia into that bestial frenzy, that primal state to protect herself. That in that state Ame had attacked her without intention or malice. Sian did not fear Amelia, and could easily forgive the attack; in her effort to help Sian was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Skry however was a different matter, continually he cast a shadow that threatened, his very existence seemed to be to destroy beauty and put an end to anything created. From the night at the Necropolis to the attack when he hovered over Amelia, smiling bearing his fangs as Amelia crushed her larynx and drained the life from her all he seemed to want was to end Sian’s song. Over and over again as she slept the day and night previous his face floating in her dreams egging Amelia on to finish what she started, the hate in his eyes as he grinned when Sian looked to him begging for help. Each time the dream came she awoke screaming in fear he would succeed and Sian would never sing or play again.
Waking at dusk Sian lifted herself from the ground at the foot of the moongate and some how found strength to make the walk back to her little dormitory at the Britain Music Academy. Amidst looks of suspicion and distrust, taunts and jibes about her appearance and her music. The academy was the only place Sian had to go. Soon she would be finished here and then left to fend for herself in the world with no home and nowhere to turn. Bathing from the small basin in her quarters Sian noticed the date, and the circle in red she had made; she had arrived back to the school with less than a day to prepare for her final performance on violin, less than a day to arrange with her partners to work out the flaws in a piece they hadn’t yet managed to play cleanly. With only three exams left before she would graduate how could she have let her tangent into Istas cloud so many years of study and preparation? How could she let anything block her path to standing among the elite musicians and singers of Sosaria? Wrapping her cowl around her head and neck, collecting her violin Sian headed to the auditorium to find her partners and if it killed her and them; they would be perfect. There was no time for thoughts of a single man who would destroy her music, there was only time to play and play beyond any skill she had acquired in her lifetime, she had to play flawlessly to prove all who doubted that she was more than they ever gave her credit for.