Vyln's Recital

The Invitation:

               YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO:
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               * Vyln's Recital Schedule *

                Winter's Transformation
             Canticle of the Waking Planets
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                      Intermission
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                 Passionate Rendezvous
                 Whirlwind of Emotion

                        on the
                11th of Scarlatan, 616 AF
                          at
     a grand performance space, Temple of Scarlatti

         Enemies to Lord Scarlatti or Caer Witrin
                  will not be admitted.

              Refreshments will be provided.
                 Hope to see you there!

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The Recital:

A grand performance space. (Temple of Scarlatti)
Filling this enormous domed cavern are rows and rows of seats made of well-polished
cedar, each cushioned with a deep blue pillow. At one end, a huge slab of marble
protrudes from the wall creating a natural stage. On either side of the stage hang the
masks of comedy and tragedy, their faces painted with realistic detail, seeming to
blink and breathe and change expression as real faces do. A staircase spirals upwards
from the back of the seating area, and doors lead to the nearby rooms. A runic totem is
planted solidly in the ground. Scintillating serenely, a quartz sigil casts its
refracted light across the temple floor. Tenderly spread out, this blanket resembles a
field of trembling violets. There are 22 two-handled mugs here. Carefully sliced
crudites poke over the edge of a cup sitting here. A stout, handleless tea cup sits on
the ground. There are 2 cups of sweet caramel tea here. There are 2 cups of vanilla
hazelnut tea here. There are 2 cups of refreshing green tea here. There are 2 cups of
fragrant jasmine tea here. There are 2 cups of smoky black tea here. There are 2 cups
of dark New Hope tea here. Ready to be eaten, a plate of cured meats is here. There are
2 copper plates with stewed goat over couscous here. There are 2 plates with a bacon,
egg, and cheese biscuit here. There are 2 plates of homemade pot roast here. Grilled
dorado topped with multi-coloured fruit salsa sits on a plate here. There are 7 fruit
and nut platters here. There are 3 skewers of roasted trout here. There are 4 Cyrenian
skewers with a cerulean candied Blu here. Hard-boiled eggs threaten to fall to the
floor from a colossal bowl here piled high with the ovate snacks. A cloudy glass bottle
lies here, its label faded and worn. There are 3 flagons filled with dark lager here. A
deep chocolate torte-style cake, graced with a generous portion of crushed hazelnuts,
lies here. There are 3 killer chocolate cakes with fudge frosting glaze here. A
Cyrenian elk stands here, strong and noble. Observing from high above the ground is a
reticulated giraffe.  Initiate of Water, Silviarae Adienn is here. Her face is
partially concealed beneath a raised hood. She wields an elemental staff in her left
hand. Exemplar Aepas Xa'sai, Disciple of Strength is here. He wields an Yggdrasian
splinter in both hands. The Red Dragon Nixxe's imposing form looms. The Golden Dragon
Sanaki's imposing form looms. Scarlattan Xeran of Caer Witrin is here. He wields a
gleaming scimitar in each hand. Kohilo Vorondil-Crescent is here. He wields a cavalry
shield in his left hand. Kingpin, Kiella Mendacis is here. She wields a wyvern-etched
druidic quarterstaff in both hands. Averi Fol'ia, Iridescent Song is here. Ambassador
Inara Vas'amaen, Windfallen Druid is here. She wields an Yggdrasian splinter in both
hands. Mandolinista Loraine Vas'amaen-Ashaela is here. Her face is partially concealed
beneath a raised hood. She wields an ornate steel rapier in her left hand and a bard's
mandolin in her right. Weaver of Passion, Perl, the Aquamarine Avatar of Art is here.
You see exits leading north (open door), east (open door), and up.

You say in a melodious voice, "It is my pleasure. Music is my favorite form of art, and

I love to be able to share it with those who wouldn't mind loaning me their ears."

"Heh heh heh," Inara chuckles.

"Heh heh heh," Kohilo chuckles.

You say in a melodious voice, "Refreshments, if you wish to have some, are upon the
ground. Feel free to help yourselves."

You say in a melodious voice, "I will be presenting two pieces, before we will break
for a short intermission."

You have emoted: Vyln grips the pillar of her amethyst harp firmly. Head tilted to the
side, her fingers fiddle with the tuning pegs, tightening certain strings and strumming
them to discern their re-tuned tones.

You say in a melodious voice, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Vyln de Irna, member
of the Ty'Beirdd, Rhapsodist of the Concertist path."

You say in a melodious voice, "My passion is in music. Through music, I hope to be able
to share with each and every one of you the emotions that I've experienced in my
journeys in Sapience."

You say in a melodious voice, "So, without further ado, I will begin with my first
piece."

You say in a melodious voice, "Tis' called "Winter's Transformation", to commemorate
the four seasons."

You have emoted: Vyln positions her hands on alternate strings of her harp, pausing for
a short moment to compose herself. The first notes of the piece starts slowly, the
hollow, high tone of a single string plucked at a measured pace, representing the cold
dullness of life in a thick, long winter.

You have emoted: Vyln's hollow tone falters once with a discordant twang after a
seventh note, as if the signs of life in winter has, for the moment, been stifled by
the harsh season. She droops her shoulders forward, relaxing slightly before continuing
after the short pause.

You have emoted: Vyln shifts a scale higher, fingers splayed out across the rows of
strings as a higher-pitched note sounds, taking on a more lively air as it soars
through the air in a tremolo, as though the key itself is trembling in the wintry
season.

You have emoted: Vyln melds in a second crystal-sounding note to accompany the tremolo,
beginning to weave in a semblance of a melody as the rhythm starts to pick up from its
slow introduction. Her left hand slides down to the lower scales, beginning to pluck at
a few choice notes briskly that indicates the awakening of plant life beneath the
blanket of snow.

You have emoted: Vyln's lower scale tune plays on, progressing from a calm to restive
mood. The melody begins to evolve into a complicated version: while the left hand
continues evoking images of awakening plant life, the right sustains the two high-edged
notes in their beautiful tremolo.

You have emoted: Vyln brings to the forefront the excitement of the plant life as
spring descends upon the land, the rhythm of the prominent overtones speeding up as the
warm breeze of Spring caresses the snow, until she abandons the effort, leading it to a
natural end that symbolizes the banishment of Winter until the end of its cycle.

You have emoted: Focusing on the base melody now, Vyln's fingers fly over the strings,
jumping up a scale and eliciting harmonious notes that trickle in a flurry of sounds
off her harp. It is quickly followed after by an ascending arpeggio that climaxes at
the highest note possible to be played, indicating the imminent onset of spring upon
cold lands!

You have emoted: Vyln brushes her fingers down from the highest note to the middle
range of the harp, dipping briefly into the lowest range before rising up to pluck at
three alternating strings rapidly, stilling the rest of her other strings. The three-
string rhythm inspires a jaunty outlook of life, the simple tune both bright and
invigorating.

You have emoted: Remindful of the playful prancing of butterflies amongst flowers, Vyln
fires off into a cadenza, joining and matching strings and their notes in a wonderful
blend of music that symbolizes the richness of life. After a brief interluding
glissando, she begins to conclude her piece, leaving out string after string from the
symphony all the way till these last plucked notes that linger on like a memory of the
joys experienced.

You have emoted: Vyln stills her resonating strings with the palm of her hands.
Grasping unto the pillar of her amethyst harp carefully, she presses it close against
the chest and gives a half-bow.

Loraine gives you a wild cheer!

Averi cheers wildly!

Solayne claps her hands together merrily.

Inara cheers wildly!

You smile and say in a melodious voice, "Winter's Transformation."

Nixxe's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Silviarae gently claps one hand against the other in aloof appreciation.

Inara applauds you heartily.

Perl claps her hands together merrily.

Weslie's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

Weslie claps his hands together merrily.

Aepas gives one short clap of his hands.

Kiella's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Kiella claps her hands together merrily.

Xeran gives up a round of applause.

Assai gives up a round of applause.

You say in a melodious voice, "In memory of fallen Melantha, I hope that the piece does
Her realm justice."

You say in a melodious voice, "Moving on."

You say in a melodious voice, "In my journeys around the lands, I came across a strange
place off the Valho Coast. I did not know what the place was, and so I ventured
within."

You say in a melodious voice, "Thankfully enough, the sanctum within was empty. I don't
think it was normally empty. But at any rate, I took the staircase upwards and found
myself in front of a telescope."

You say in a melodious voice, "It was a great telescope. It allowed me a view of the
stars above, and the planets, unseen, that travel around us."

You say in a melodious voice, "And so from that journey came the inspiration for my
next piece."

You say in a melodious voice, "I give you, the Canticle of the Waking Planets."

Aepas's lips quirk upwards.

You have emoted: Vyln thoughtfully picks out a number of strings, resting her fingers
upon them. Her gaze sharpens and she turns her full attention unto her harp as she
starts to play.

You have emoted: Vyln's fingers glide over the strings, beginning the piece with a soft
glissando on a major scale. The descending notes ripple forth from her harp, sounding
very much like a soft sigh followed after by a brief silence, representative of the
languid nature of the cosmos.

You have emoted: Vyln allows the silence to settle, before breaking it with a meek,
minor note. Before the note is allowed to fall silent, she follows up with another
note, higher than the last, as though a planet has stirred from its sleep.

You have emoted: Vyln follows up with another inquisitive note, the pauses between each
one gradually becoming shorter and shorter, planet after planet awakening from their
dreams until there exists no pauses between every plucked note. The music flows fluidly
from the harp within Vyln's grip, evocative of the magnificent beauty and mystique
surrounding the resplendent planets above.


You have emoted: Vyln enters into a crescendo, fingers working deftly on the strings.
The notes climb onwards in both loudness and pitch, until it reaches a shrill climax,
as though the utter magnificence of the planets is revealed.

You have emoted: Vyln sustains the notes with a wavering tremolo. Her left hand slides
downwards, ready to pluck at selected strings before she straightens the fingers of her
right hand and brings the palm against the vibrating strings, stilling them and
bringing a moment of quietness into the surroundings, evoking a sense of hushed awe.

You have emoted: Vyln picks up the silence once more with low and slow chords, her
right hand shifting downwards to assist the left as she entwines a slightly higher
scale of chords with the basal tune, weaving in her best depiction of the planets' slow
movement against the portrait of the bright stars in the sky.

You have emoted: Vyln slows her playing even further, her low chords ringing resonantly
in the air as the planets prepare to slumber once more. Disarrayed notes representing
the stars above continue to tumble off from her harp strings.

You have emoted: Vyln delves into a finishing cadenza, striving to glorify the planets
and their places in the cosmos before they slumber once more. Her fingerwork is swift
and passionate as it explores the musical scales available to her, working on the minor
scales before a major C-note key is fluidly played as a short introduction to the major
scales.

You have emoted: Vyln finishes in a flurry of notes, the music dying down as she
completes the melody with a few staccato notes, indicating the fading presences of the
planets as they drift off to sleep again.

You have emoted: Vyln stills the strings of her harp with a gentle palm and then bows
her head respectfully to the audience.

Averi applauds you heartily.

Loraine congratulates you with some wild clapping.

Kohilo gives up a round of applause.

Sanaki claps his hands together merrily.

Weslie beams broadly.

Weslie claps his hands together merrily.

Silviarae gently claps one hand against the other in aloof appreciation.

Assai smiles softly.

Inara gives up a round of applause.

Aepas taps his staff on the ground twice in approval.

Nixxe's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Solayne claps her hands together merrily.

You smile and say in a melodious voice, "Thank you, everyone."

Weslie's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

You say in a melodious voice, "Presently, there will be an intermission, for everyone
to catch a short break or stretch your legs."

Weslie's eyes fill with proud joy as he declaims, "Art captures all senses."

You say in a melodious voice, "If you're hungry, grab some food here."

(People grabbing food)

You say in a melodious voice, "I'll gather you all back in a moment or two."

A grand performance space. (Temple of Scarlatti)
Filling this enormous domed cavern are rows and rows of seats made of well-polished
cedar, each cushioned with a deep blue pillow. At one end, a huge slab of marble
protrudes from the wall creating a natural stage. On either side of the stage hang the
masks of comedy and tragedy, their faces painted with realistic detail, seeming to
blink and breathe and change expression as real faces do. A staircase spirals upwards
from the back of the seating area, and doors lead to the nearby rooms. A runic totem is
planted solidly in the ground. Scintillating serenely, a quartz sigil casts its
refracted light across the temple floor. Tenderly spread out, this blanket resembles a
field of trembling violets. There are 22 two-handled mugs here. The strong scent of tea
wafts out of a steaming cup left here. There are 2 cups of vanilla hazelnut tea here.
There are 2 cups of refreshing green tea here. There are 2 cups of fragrant jasmine tea
here. The rich aroma of black tea wafts out of a cup here. There are 2 copper plates
with stewed goat over couscous here. Steam rises from a plate bearing a bacon, egg, and
cheese biscuit. There are 2 plates of homemade pot roast here. Grilled dorado topped
with multi-coloured fruit salsa sits on a plate here. There are 6 fruit and nut
platters here. There are 2 skewers of roasted trout here. There are 4 Cyrenian skewers
with a cerulean candied Blu here. Hard-boiled eggs threaten to fall to the floor from a
colossal bowl here piled high with the ovate snacks. A cloudy glass bottle lies here,
its label faded and worn. There are 3 flagons filled with dark lager here. There are 3
killer chocolate cakes with fudge frosting glaze here. A Cyrenian elk stands here,
strong and noble. Observing from high above the ground is a reticulated giraffe.  The
Red Dragon Nixxe's imposing form looms. Solayne is here. Ambassador Inara Vas'amaen,
Windfallen Druid is here. She wields an Yggdrasian splinter in both hands. Initiate of
Water, Silviarae Adienn is here. Her face is partially concealed beneath a raised hood.
She wields an elemental staff in her left hand. Exemplar Aepas Xa'sai, Disciple of
Strength is here. He wields an Yggdrasian splinter in both hands. The Golden Dragon
Sanaki's imposing form looms. Kohilo Vorondil-Crescent is here. He wields a cavalry
shield in his left hand. Scorched Holte is here. His face is partially concealed
beneath a raised hood. He wields a needle-pointed dirk in his left hand and an iron-
tipped whip in his right. Litterateur Assai Anemides Gothfraidh is here. She wields a
graceful silver flute in her left hand. Dilettante Weslie, Aspiring Lyricist is here.
He wields a banded shield in his left hand and a small blackjack in his right. Averi
Fol'ia, Iridescent Song is here. Kingpin, Kiella Mendacis is here. She wields a
wyvern-etched druidic quarterstaff in both hands. Mandolinista Loraine Vas'amaen-
Ashaela is here. Her face is partially concealed beneath a raised hood. She wields an
ornate steel rapier in her left hand and a bard's mandolin in her right. Weaver of
Passion, Perl, the Aquamarine Avatar of Art is here.
You see exits leading north (open door), east (open door), and up.

You have tmoted: Vyln turns her curious eyes upon Aepas for one curious moment, before
deftly slipping away from the crowd.

(Running to go get the violin from House Estate, run back, lots of eating and drinking)

Averi tells you, "Are we ready to begin again?"

You have tmoted: Vyln leans forward towards Averi, murmuring something.

Loraine sips from a cup of sweet caramel tea.

Aepas sips from a cup of refreshing green tea.

Averi tilts her head curiously at you.

You tell Averi Fol'ia, Iridescent Song, "If you think you're ready!"

Averi tells you, "I am!"

Averi tells you, "Let's do this!"

You clear your throat.

Averi hops about madly.

You smile and say in a melodious voice, "Alright. May I get everyone's cooperation
please, to quieten down and return your attention to the stage. We are starting soon."

"Woot!" Perl shouts excitedly.

Nixxe gives the world a smart salute.

Aepas nods his head emphatically.

Silviarae purses her lips, deep in thought.

You say in a melodious voice, "For the next piece, I studied a lot about mortal
emotions, and the relationships we have with each other."

Weslie coughs softly.

Weslie inclines his head politely.

Weslie leaves to the up.

Kiella shuffles her feet uneasily.

Kiella leaves to the up, a wyvern reflected in her eyes.
A shaggy Cyrenian elk moves off to the up.

You say in a melodious voice, "And what greater expression of emotion is more poignant
than that of love?"

You begin to wield an amethyst harp in your right hand.

You say in a melodious voice, "Therefore, I decided to do something different. Involve
a little someone in my music making."

The Dragon Mephaos thunders in from the up.

You have emoted: Harp in hand, Vyln slides her fingers up the pillar of her instrument.
As it reaches the top of the harp, she pauses and shifts her fingers, slowly grazing
across the harp strings. She listens carefully to each string, before nodding in
satisfaction.

Averi takes out a small cleaning cloth, polishing the emerald green glass exterior of
her flute. Raising it to eye level, she checks the interior of her flute, ensuring that
nothing has been lodged within. When satisfied, Averi positions the flute to her lips
and blows a simple melody to ascertain the pitch of the instrument. Pleased, she then
lowers the flute and allows the music to fade.

You say in a melodious voice, "I'm pleased to present you my duet partner, Averi Fol'ia
for our piece named, 'Passionate Rendzevous'."

With a flourish of her arm, Averi bows deeply.

Loraine's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

You have emoted: Vyln re-aligns her hands upon the harp as the notes fade away. Her
right thumb gently plucks a high-positioned harp string, and she smiles as a soft,
sweet note of the seventh chord fills the air. She lets it linger for a scant moment,
before both hands run down their scales, the carefree manner in which they are played
suggesting a certain measure of innocent emotions.

You have emoted: Vyln's attention is entirely upon the movement of her fingers as she
repeats the same tune - with a few modifications. She pauses after every alternating
set of three notes, the playing style serving to invoke a sense of hesitance or
coyness. As she reaches the lower range of chords, Vyln omits the pauses entirely,
choosing to coax forth a more repetitive undertone formed off of two notes half-tone
apart as an accompaniment to the dominant melody.

A burble of effervescent laughter drifts through the Great Bard's Temple, sharing its
glorious joy with all who dwell within.

Averi's sweet flute tunes weave into the music, playing the role of the courted female.
The notes dance in the air, adding a little flourish around the repeated harp notes as
the scales run from middle to high, thus representing her flirtatious manner around a
man. The notes are allowed to soar freely within the surroundings before it is
eventually reeled back down once more to complement the murmurs of the harp at its
side, which takes on the role of an interested gentleman.

You have emoted: With the scene set by the two-noted tune, Vyln allows her fingers to
craft a sinuous melody, which blends well with the other chords to create a rousing,
tango tune that vacillates between loudness and softness at certain parts.
Taking the cue, Averi swiftly repositions her fingers and dives into the tango, seeking
to rouse the blood and stir the spirit. The notes played are quicker, sharper than the
ones played earlier, almost to the point where they seem to be tumbling over one
another to be first.

Where the harp rises to loudness, Averi hushes the notes on her flute, and where the
harp works its way to softness, the instrument's voice sings out boldly, the tune
beautiful and crisp. The harp swells above the flute once more as you works harder upon
her harp strings, her features a mask of concentration.

You have emoted: Vyln's fingers move fluidly upon her harp strings, dulcet notes
continuously tumbling off them as she keeps pace with the relentless rhythm.
Occasionally, Vyln intersperses loud, discordant twangs to the tune, seeking to spike
the heart-throbbing, wild, tango mood with a splash of audaciousness.

Averi dominates the melody with quick, rising arpeggios, likened to the quickening of
her breath. The music climbs into a crescendo, morphing into something violent and
tempestuous, the notes falling unexpectedly before trilling with quick undulations. The
scales ripple into high notes, where they screech airily at the height of rough passion
and swelling love.

You have emoted: Together, Vyln leads the music away from its faint tango strains. The
violent echoes soon fade from the air as she slows the pace of the melody, guiding it
gently down from the high scales. Her fingers brush against the bass strings as the
melody grows solemn, quiet and soft, symbolizing the gentleman sinking into his serious
thoughts.

Averi follows your lead, drawing away from the faint tango strains into something more
gentle. The lilting flute's voice is smooth, clear and sharp, entwining with and
complementing the sonorous notes of the harp well, almost as if demonstrating the bond
made between both man and woman.

Averi sustains the rippling selection of notes before she drops the intensity of her
tune down to a whisper, as if suddenly shy.

You have emoted: Working off on cue, Vyln begins to pluck her harp strings with
earnest, pausing briefly after each note, as though trying to mimic footsteps. Her
finger work becomes rather swift and passionate, the notes reflecting this as it grows
bolder and faster after every second.

Averi gathers her notes, breaking from its whispering caress as she brings them up to
brush against the high scales. She infuses the music with occasional quick bursts,
invoking a renewed sense of concern and love as the tune from both instruments meld
together in harmony.

You have emoted: Once more, Vyln leads the music in a slow spiral downwards, the melody
falling apart note by note until finally, all that is left are two notes, sustained in
a wavering tremolo. Both harp and flute stretches out the conclusion for a lengthy
moment before allowing the notes to decay, bringing an end to the composition.
Averi lowers the flute to her side and bends at the waist politely to the audience.
You have emoted: Vyln stills the strings of her harp with a gentle palm and dips down
in a curtsey.

Loraine gives you a wild cheer!

Loraine gives Averi a wild cheer!

Perl cheers wildly!

Inara beams broadly.

Silviarae gently claps one hand against the other in aloof appreciation.

Inara applauds you heartily.

Nixxe's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Averi gives you a wild cheer!

Kohilo gives up a round of applause.

Silviarae's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Averi giggles happily.

You say in a melodious voice, "Thank you, Averi, for joining me on the stage. That was
an enjoyable duet."

You say in a melodious voice, "And last but not least, we have come to my last piece."

You cease wielding an amethyst harp in your right hand.

You say in a melodious voice, "Through my lessons in the Ty Beirdd, I learnt a lot
about different instruments. Besides the harp, one other string instrument in
particular seduced me."

Silviarae says to Inara in a smooth, melodious voice, "What about your last name
cutie?"

Silviarae babbles incoherently.

Silviarae says in a smooth, melodious voice, "Excuse me."

Silviarae blushes furiously.

You have emoted: Vyln's eyes flare briefly in delight as she laughs softly.

You say in a melodious voice, "That's fine."

You say in a melodious voice, "Now, I don't play the violin very often in public, but
by far, it is a favourite instrument of mine."

You begin to wield a maple violin with a matching bow in your left hand.

Sanaki's eyes sparkle with amusement.

The corners of Aepas's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

You say in a melodious voice, "I crafted a piece where I was young and foolish, and
poured a lot of my emotions into it."

You say in a melodious voice, "My next piece demonstrates this exactly, and so, without
further ado, I bring you, "Whirlwind of Emotion"."

You have emoted: Vyln lifts the maple bow into the air and resets its position at the
middle of the violin. She holds herself still, the only movement coming from the
fingers of her left hand which settle upon the correct strings.

You have emoted: Without further ado, Vyln jerks the bow downwards, starting the piece
with a sharp, long note that reverberates ponderously within her surroundings. She
slowly pulls the bow up the strings, sustaining the single note for a moment longer
before releasing it. The note refuses to fade, lingering in the still air for a few
scant moments before crumbling into silence.

You have emoted: Vyln resets the bow's position, jerking the implement downwards and
pulling it back up the strings, repeating the same note in the same fashion, allowing
it to linger in the still air like a hanging question mark.

You have emoted: This time, Vyln shifts the bow upon the strings, her right hand
applying pressure upon them as she answers the vacillating note, pursuing her next
action with keen enthusiasm. The violin sings out in a steady dual-tone, establishing a
melodious rhythm while she works the bow across the strings with light strokes to
maintain the overtones of a carefree lifestyle.

You have emoted: Vyln smoothly continues the rhythm, jerking the bow up and down
quickly at several instances as she introduces a fluttering trill into the melody.
Fluidly, she then shifts onto a different set of notes which builds upon the melody
through the addition of soothing chords, striving to evoke the sense of tranquility as
she plays on.

You have emoted: Vyln adjusts her finger positioning upon the violin strings, blending
low notes into the music which underscores the calming chords as the bow arcs
gracefully against the strings.

You have emoted: With her left hand, Vyln boldly plucks out a quick descending chord,
followed by another on a lower scale, the flurry of notes dominating over the melody
which has been reduced to a muted whisper, as though the bold action taken has resulted
in a snowball of events, eventually cumulating in silence as the notes fade away.

You have emoted: Vyln's eyes flutter closed as she raises the bow and sets it upon the
violin strings. Starting slow, she weaves together a subtle duality of low minor keys,
alternating between two scales with fluid elegance. Each stroke of the bow bespeaks
gentleness, though the music carries with it a melancholic edge and echoes of confusion
as Vyln rests a finger against a random string as she plays, toying with the timbre of
the chosen keys.

You have emoted: Vyln's bow caresses the strings unceasingly, notes spilling over from
one to the other in a seamless fashion, rising in a crescendo. The bow rises and falls
in a frenzied movement, threatening to besiege one with undue emotion.

You have emoted: Vyln's music reaches the inevitable climax and ends explosively, as
she drags the bow harshly against the strings, producing a loud, discordant note that
kills both the melody and music. Here, she opens her eyes, staring out with the
intensity of a gaze filled with wild abandon.

You have emoted: Vyln returns her bow to the strings, renewing her grip upon the bow
frog. Carefully, she returns to the original melody, that of steady dual-tones overlaid
with soothing chords that assert their presence within the soaring music, as though the
emotions have cooled themselves once more.

You have emoted: Vyln's music unravels as she removes the chords note by note, the
absence of their timbres immediately noticeable. A finger slides up a string, the bow
shuddering across it to achieve a soft vibrato.

You have emoted: Vyln concludes her piece, quietly raising the bow from the violin
strings. The note shivers briefly in the air and then dissipates, leaving the
surroundings echoing with the memory of the sound as Vyln bows her head, hiding her
features from view.

Nixxe's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Nixxe claps her hands together merrily.

Averi gives you a wild cheer!

Silviarae gently claps one hand against the other in aloof appreciation.

Kohilo claps his hands together merrily.

Holte offers a modest round of applause as he rises from his seat.

Loraine cheers wildly!

You say in a melodious voice, "Thank you everyone for being present to listen in on my
recital."

You say in a melodious voice, "With a doubt, I enjoyed playing for an audience."

Inara's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

You say in a melodious voice, "Oops. Without, I mean."

Nixxe says in a confident, alto voice, "Thank you for having us."

You cough softly.

Inara applauds you heartily.

Silviarae smiles softly.

Ambassador Inara Vas'amaen, Windfallen Druid says, "Very well done."

Averi gives you a wild cheer!

Perl cheers wildly!

You say in a melodious voice, "If you'll like to carry off some food with you, feel
free to!"

Averi tells you, "See? you did awesome! You always do!"

Nixxe's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

Holte says to you in a dark, charged voice, "Well performed."

Assai smiles and says to you in a sweet contralto voice, "That was beautiful."

Loraine's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

You say in a melodious voice, "Just leave me a cup of tea or two."

Nixxe bows respectfully to you.

Aepas sips from a cup of refreshing green tea.

You say in a melodious voice, "My throat is so dry."

Nixxe moves her huge bulk to the east with surprising grace.

Soothing steam rises from a cup of refreshing green tea as you take a long, hot sip.

You say to Assai in a melodious voice, "Thank you!"

You thank Holte profusely.

Inara tickles Averi mercilessly!

Loraine's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

You say in a melodious voice, "Don't make a Vyln fat! Take some food with you."

Averi giggles happily.

Aepas says to you in a multifarious voice, "Well done. You do your god proud."

Averi snuggles up close to Inara, looking happy and content.

Inara snuggles up close to Averi, looking happy and content.

(People take most of the food. Finally, I got rid of most!)

Aepas peers about himself unscrupulously.

Aepas says in a multifarious voice, "So much.. touching around here."

Silviarae says in a smooth, melodious voice, "A very lovely performance."

You say to Aepas in a melodious voice, "Tis' what I do, I craft emotions into song."

Aepas grins mischievously at you.

You see the following people here:
Solayne, Mephaos, Averi, Loraine, Sanaki, Assai, Holte, Inara, Kohilo, Aepas, Perl,

Silviarae, Vyln

Averi giggles happily.

Aepas says to you in a multifarious voice, "Emotions are a rare occurance, the true
ones at least."

Averi Fol'ia, Iridescent Song says to you, "It was awesome."

Averi Fol'ia, Iridescent Song says, "The end."

You say in a melodious voice, "And since I still have an audience, would anyone like to
suggest some themes you'll like for me to work on in the future?"

Averi ponders the situation.

Aepas says in a multifarious voice, "Loss."

Weaver of Passion, Perl, the Aquamarine Avatar of Art says, "Loathing!"

Averi Fol'ia, Iridescent Song says, "Kittens!"

Silviarae says to you in a smooth, melodious voice, "An elemental masterpiece, filled

with the dynamic changes and power hidden within the Elements?"

You say in a melodious voice, "I can do all of those themes."

Averi chirps out a cheerful, "Yay!" with a bounce and a beam and a wide, wide smile.

Sanaki pulls a string attached to the back of a knightly doll.

You say to Aepas in a melodious voice, "What particularly of loss?"

A knightly doll says to Sanaki in a commanding voice, "All I need is my horse! Oh, and
my armour. And perhaps my sword. A maiden wouldn't go amiss!"

Loraine says to you in a soft yet melodic voice, "Then I should expect you to be at all
of the future Beirdd concerts?"

Silviarae grins mischievously at Sanaki.

You grin mischievously at Loraine.

Silviarae says to you in a smooth, melodious voice, "I would say, listen to the
Elements, and see what they evoke in your heart."

You say in a melodious voice, "Fair enough!"

Aepas says to you in a multifarious voice, "Loss is not particular. It simply is."

You have emoted: Vyln flops onto the floor, the edges of her dress fluttering as her
legs splay out beneath her.

Inara fans you.

Loraine's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

"Heh heh heh," you chuckle.

"Ok!" you exclaim at Aepas.

You say in a melodious voice, "I might need to get someone to massage my arm after
today."