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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael wanders into the bar from the back corridor, dressed all in white. He carries with him his violin, and on a whim brought his recorder with him, as well. He makes his way to the comfortable chair on the left side of the fire and sits down, setting his recorder down on the table beside the chair. Placing the violin to his shoulder, he pauses a moment to decide what to play. He begins playing a light, lilting dance, the melody all glinting sunlight and new leaves, turning in a warm spring breeze.*

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[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Zedd hears him playing from close by and walks beside him to listen for a moment. Zedd's flute hanging from a thin gold chain that is around his neck.

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael inclines his head slightly to Zedd, not so far as to interfere with his playing, however. Bright green catseyes gaze for a moment at the flute, then away, focused on nothing as the Bright Shiner plays his Music. Notes flow, high on the rising thermals, bringing with them the promise of a warm summer and the heady scent of apple blossoms. The melody carries with it an overwhelming sense of peace, of rest and contentment.*

[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Zedd slowly puts his flute to his lips. A tune that seems to compliment Yrael's very well flows forth from his flute. It may not be the best song you have ever heard, but it does help add to Yrael's peacefull song.

Slowly he fits in smalls bits of joy in the song, farther enhancing the fine music.

[mogget_cat]

*The Musician tilts his head at Zedd, not smiling. He will allow another to join his music sometimes, but Yrael is a solo player by nature. Most do not presume so far as to join in without asking. It is considered rude.*

*The music continues its melody of peace. High trills and turns dapple the song like sunlight glinting through dappled green leaves that sway in the warm summer breeze, high and whispery across the violin strings.*

[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Zedd catches the lack of a smile and begins to fade his music out. He is looking very apologetic.

Once his music is gone he makes a gesture that basicly would translate to "I'm sorry that was rude, have a nice evening" more or less anyways. He walks off looking very displeased with himself.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace, who hasn't moved much all day (except to get more cocoa, and at the bar talk to angels and bartenders) watches Yrael play, quietly.

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael, as he plays, winks cheekily at her. His grin shows very white teeth.*

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace offers him her best grin, which is, at the moment, a bit pale and faded. But heck, so's she, so the wear and tear is understandable.

[mogget_cat]

*He raises an eyebrow questioningly at her, not pausing in his playing.*

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

She shrugs, figuring that pretty much covers the situation in its entirety. Making herself more comfortable against the warm brick of the fireplace, she sips her cocoa.

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara glances up when she hears the music. The melody is beautiful.

[mogget_cat]

*The man in white uses a pause in the ever-flowing notes to tip his hat to Sara. Then the music continues. The notes flow smoothly, the violin singing sweetly. The melody is high and whispery, as ever-changing as the clouds above a summer sunset, tinted bright by the dying light, and peaceful in their way. High above such troubles as occur on the ground, the clouds and melody float unmarked by such. The violinist's pale hands shake slightly, adding vibrato that shakes the notes ever so slightly, a soft resonating tremble that fades as the melody continues to alter, as clouds change as the wind blows them.*

[lvpd_sidle]

Her eyes closes as she listens. She can see the scenes the music is compelling.

[mogget_cat]

*The peaceful melody soars high, wispy notes and wispy clouds, ever-changing under the Bright Shiner's pale fingers. The notes flow smoothly, as water over pebbles in the stream bed, or as the images seen in the steam rising from a boiling teakettle on a cool morning. The shifting melody carries with it peace and contentment. The feeling of slowly waking up in the warm bundle of blankets to a morning that promises that the day will be bright and pure. Soon, Yrael begins to sing, his voice a soothing, warm tenor.*

I would build a cloudy House
For my thoughts to live in;
When for earth too fancy-loose
And too low for Heaven!
Hush! I talk my dream aloud-
I build it bright to see,-
I build it on the moonlit cloud,
To which I looked with thee.

Cloud-walls of the morning's grey,
Faced with amber column,-
Crowned with crimson cupola
From a sunset solemn!
May mists, for the casements, fetch,
Pale and glimmering;
With a sunbeam hid in each,
And a smell of spring.

Build the entrance high and proud,
Darkening and then brightening,-
If a riven thunder-cloud,
Veined by the lightning.
Use one with an iris-stain,
For the door within;
Turning to a sound like rain,
As I enter in.

Build a spacious hall thereby:
Boldly, never fearing.
Use the blue place of the sky,
Which the wind is clearing;
Branched with corridors sublime,
Flecked with winding stairs-
Such as children wish to climb,
Following their own prayers.

In the mutest of the house,
I will have my chamber:
Silence at the door shall use
Evening's light of amber,
Solemnising every mood,
Softemng in degree,-
Turning sadness into good,
As I turn the key.

Be my chamber tapestried
With the showers of summer,
Close, but soundless,-glorified
When the sunbeams come here;
Wandering harpers, harping on
Waters stringed for such,-
Drawing colours, for a tune,
With a vibrant touch.

Bring a shadow green and still
From the chestnut forest,
Bring a purple from the hill,
When the heat is sorest;
Spread them out from wall to wall,
Carpet-wove around,-
Whereupon the foot shall fall
In light instead of sound.

Bring the dews the birds shake off,
Waking in the hedges,-
Those too, perfumed for a proof,
From the lilies' edges:
From our peaceful field and moor,
Bring them calm and white in;
Whence to form a mirror pure,
For Love's self-delighting.

Bring a grey cloud from the east,
Where the lark is singing;
Something of the song at least,
Unlost in the bringing:
That shall be a morning chair,
Poet-dream may sit in,
When it leans out on the air,
Unrhymed and unwritten.

Bring the red cloud from the sun
While he sinketh, catch it.
That shall be a couch,-with one
Sidelong star to watch it,-
Fit for poet's finest Thought,
At the curfew-sounding,-;
Things unseen being nearer brought
Than the seen, around him.

Poet's thought,-not poet's sigh!
'Las, they come together!
Cloudy walls divide and fly,
As in April weather!
Cupola and column proud,
Structure bright to see-
Gone-except that moonlit cloud,
To which I looked with thee!

Let them! Wipe such visionings
From the Fancy's cartel-
Love secures some fairer things
Dowered with his immortal.
The sun may darken,-heaven be bowed-
But still, unchanged shall be,-
Here in my soul,-that moonlit cloud,
To which I looked with thee.

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara is moved to tears by the pure beauty of the music and song. She wipes quickly at her eyes, smiling at the player. Only a true master of music could evoke such powerful emotions.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

And in one aspect of Millitime, there would be a Valkyrie and calico cat, sitting down to listen.

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael still plays, attempting to keep some manner of happiness in his music. The melody that shifts like clouds finds itself eclipsed by a slower, more drawn-down tune. Like clouds that still have the light of day in them, though the sky is dark, flashes of trills still show occasionally.*

*After a while he looks up from his playing to give Svava and Edielweiss a tentative smile.*

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

A faint smile back, keeping quiet for the moment. Listening. If she could really sing, or play, she'd try to join in.

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael plays on, the slow melody flowing smoothly from the violin. A sinuous tune, simple at first glance, but with small details, the light vibrato that shakes each note and the layers of harmony, that make it that much deeper. Soon, Yrael begins to sing along with it. There are no words to the song, merely Music being given a voice. It carries the listener along, like a quiet stream, sending peace before it like a ripple in the water that belies the movement of the melody. Softly, almost with no change in sound, Yrael lets the violin drop out of the music.*

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava closes her eyes, listening, with a faint smile.

Edielwiess stops her purring- ears perked to listen as well.

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

The Sabretooth slinks over to listen.

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael smiles to the Sabretooth as he plays of a peaceful night, quiet and contented. The notes fall like footsteps upon soft and cool moss that grows beside a streambed.*

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

His jaws start to crack in a yawn but he forces them to stay closed. "Yrael, if you make me yawn one more time, I'm holding you down and giving you the licking of your existence."

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael doesn't smirk too much. Still he plays.* You would have to compete with Kibeth, then. She has done quite a good job of it, in her time. She knows I do not enjoy dog drool, and makes the most of the fact when she can.

*The notes fall like dew from leaning blades of grass, trickling through the melody that flows past them like a stream, quiet in the night under the stars.*

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

"Dogs do not have barbed tongues like cats." He lets the matter drop. He's not serious about hurting Yrael. Never has been.

He lies down.