Still shaking loose the dregs of whatever daydreams she’d been enshrouded in, Vysanthe regarded the stranger with her typical air of benevolent amusement. ”I am,” she confirmed, head tilting a few degrees to one side. ”A storyteller, or a dancer, or a musician – I’ve tried my hand at many an artist’s skill and yet could never choose a favorite.” It was a lie, though not an egregious one; she would happily choose to do nothing but sing for the rest of her days if she could only elect one of the arts. But of course - a True Entertainer cares not for her own whims but for those of her audience - and thus her opinion on the issue mattered but little.
”Well met, Jane,” the natural musical lilt of her voice wrapped around her new acquaintance’s name with a gentle smile. The awkward uncertainty of new adolescence was apparent in every line that sketched the gangly younger mare’s frame, a familiar sight in newcomers to the Bard’s College around the same age. ”The freedom of being untethered by responsibility or debt must be a delight –“ Vysanthe smiled at the idea, even if it was foreign to her, ”- or do you aspire to some eventual goal of station or profession?”
Pausing a moment, Vy reached down once more to pluck a pair of promising-looking berries from the edge of the bush. The juice might stain her tongue and lips, but the sweetness was worth the mark. ”You may be a bit tall for dancing, but your voice has qualities that would lend well to oration, if you had a mind to tell stories yourself.”
”Well met, Jane,” the natural musical lilt of her voice wrapped around her new acquaintance’s name with a gentle smile. The awkward uncertainty of new adolescence was apparent in every line that sketched the gangly younger mare’s frame, a familiar sight in newcomers to the Bard’s College around the same age. ”The freedom of being untethered by responsibility or debt must be a delight –“ Vysanthe smiled at the idea, even if it was foreign to her, ”- or do you aspire to some eventual goal of station or profession?”
Pausing a moment, Vy reached down once more to pluck a pair of promising-looking berries from the edge of the bush. The juice might stain her tongue and lips, but the sweetness was worth the mark. ”You may be a bit tall for dancing, but your voice has qualities that would lend well to oration, if you had a mind to tell stories yourself.”
it's only right that you should play the way you feel it
but listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness
but listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness
