RP:A Bard's Dream
This is a Bard's Guild RP.
Summary: Brennia recruits another into the Bard's Guild ranks.
Main Hall
Celandine | After some time and a lot of conversation she had convinced herself to approach the bard college. She dreamt of being a bard, dreamt of attending the college and becoming more skilled with her talents. Celandine Virellio didn't think she would be good enough to even try out, sometimes she would sit outside the building or crack the front door to peer in. Every sound she heard was a blissful sound, even if it was other bards talking. The fact that there was bards here attending! Sure she was a writer for children books, perform the books as songs to the orphans. None of that compared to the burning flame of desire in her heart to be one of the students. Reaching for the handle she pales, swallowing hard, hands trembling. She swore she felt even her off white wings that ombre black at the tips trembling, her stomach so knotted up she felt she would get sick. Next she went light headed, jerking her hand back. Swallowing hard again, just as Charlie landed in behind her. “Do this, you can do it.” Looking up to him with a pale expression, opening her mouth but no words came out but a squeak. Reaching to the door, Charlie opened it and shoved his cousin inside. Slamming the door behind her, which only made the klutz if an avian to glide along the polished floor. Gasping for air, until she caught the gleam reflection of the candle light. Leaning her head back as she stood up, watching the candles and flames dance. The pale leaving her behind, showing off her sun stained flesh. A gentle smile tugging her lips upwards, she was inside! Progress! Clearing her throat, Celandine built up the courage to look around her. Windows blacked out, floating candelabras, a few students walking by. Some looking upon her, others making their way to class. The tall avianess took another step, watching one student leave the lobby. Which she found herself following behind, for getting to step up only to trip up a few stairs. A rush of red to the cheeks, climbing her feet to move to the class rooms. Moving to the closest one, she peeks inside.
Brennia was inside the classroom of which Calendine was peering into all the while instructing a class that looks more like a lecture hall where the levels go up by every row of seats. Every student was holding a foggy looking bit of crystal shard and peering at a fist sized clear crystal ball before them while Professor Smyth explains, “what is before you is a recording of performances. Each one different than the next and the crystal in your hands will glow a certain color depending on the holder’s mood.” She pulls on a string at the top of the bookcases which looks like a full wall of book behind her desk. Once the blackboard covers the books it reveals a color key linking the mood to the color of crystal and the words ‘Interpretation 101 with Professor Smyth’ in beautiful romantic cursive, “once you've determined to mood you get from the performances write it down. If your mood changes during the performance, write that down too and then attempt to document why you are feeling this mood or what event it is reminding you of.” The professor is wearing heels, it’s obvious by the clicking upon marble floors and her silky black hair is left down disappearing into the onyx shade of her wings. Unclear of what she’s wearing as her wings are curved around her like a cloak, but the windows are also painted over to be black and the students wave their hand over the crystal ball to begin their task. Striking liberty blue eyes spot Calendine at the top of the classroom and that warm smile spreads on plump lips while pushing dimples into caramel cheeks before she made her way up the classroom to the entrance. That sultry alto timbre which calms at the same time as excites addresses the newcomer, “merry meet… Are you late for the lesson?” She motions to a seat nearest them with parchment, ink, crystal ball, and a mood crystal vacantly as if waiting for Calendine, knowing in a way. Those penetrating eyes take in the sight of the fellow avian’s wings, “or are you were for something else entirely?” Warm smile remains and compliments that warm timbre - some say it makes them feel like home wherever she is.
Celandine eyes lit up at the sight of an official classroom! She was so close to becoming a student, licking her lips as she listened in. Warm Chestnut eyes studying what each student had, what was the foggy shard they were holding? It looked pretty. There was also clear ones too, the avian knew nothing about crystals other than they were pretty. Gasping as she overheard what the shards were, recording objects! A color changing glowy crystal! How cool is that!? Bard students get to have all the cool gadgets it seemed, she heard rumors of cool items you get to work with bit this was just mind blowing. She peeked in more forgetting about the door as it closed on her head, making her left elongated ear turn red as she teared up. Silently mouthing the word ow, not wanting to cause more attention to herself she kept quiet. Her eyes went back to the professor, only to read the name on the board. Smyth. She slapped a hand to her mouth to keep from screaming in excitement, the head mistress bard herself! Celandine could die right here and be happy to finally actually see the headmistress bard. ‘holy rabies, holy rabies!’ She mouthed to herself, even a foot lofted up in pure joy of seeing The famous Brennia Smyth. Silky black hair compared to her own platinum blonde ombre into black, a darker skin than her own. Brennia was stunning, this whole place absolutely stunning. Why did she wait so long to come? As she continued to stare upon Brennia she watched her turn and look right back to her, striking liberty blue eyes gazing upon Celandine. Her face paled then went flush, but soon found herself calming down with such a voice echoing out from Brennia. The warmth coming from her, she felt as if she was back at home in her room writing in her own sanctuary. Clearing her throat, opening her mouth a gentle yet nimble voice came out with our a stutter to the avianess amazement. “Looking to apply to be a student, milady.”
Brennia nodded once, “someone told me I would have a late enrollment. One of my professors dabbles in a bit of divination,” she marks in her mind to tell Minerva that she was right. “Come,” she holds the door open with a gloved hand, but motions out toward the balcony of the second floor. “Once your assignment is complete I will be back. If any of you finish early feel free to trade the Crystalline Memory Recorder balls,” the students nodded and the few in the back smile at Celandine. Once out on the walkway which follows the oval curve of the main hall and looks over it Brennia motions below, “where you entered is the main hall in here we entertain guests and throw celebrations or rehearsals, but most students mingle here.” She points to a set of window paned french doors which have also been painted over, “through those doors you will find our courtyard where painters create and battle bards tain. I will be obliged to show you once the sun goes down.” A glance down at Celandine and her hands, she knows those hands, those are writers hands, “come… I think this next part will be your favorite.” With easy grace she glides down from the balcony which overlooks the main hall down before the cozy fire and then walks through the threshold between this room and the kitchens. Once Celandine catches up Brennia is waiting at the railing belonging to the winding staircase between the kitchen and the dining hall which goes down and she descends. On the bottom floor she will see four long corridors leading away from a great room half the size of the main hall above (which is still rather large) and that it is quiet down here, but the best part is that every wall is a bookcase housing mostly any book Celandine could think up. “A study haven down here, no?” Her slight Veretian accent coming out at the phrasing of the question which adds a whole other allure to that gilded tongue of her’s. “I don’t mean to brag, but this isn’t even half of the wonders you will find here… Firstly,” she takes a seat at one of the study tables while motioning to the seat across from her for the fellow avian to sit. “I want to know how the college or the guild may help you? How can we make your ambition and dreams come true?” Her wings part so her arms may fold over the table as she leans in to listen, thus revealing she is wearing black thin gloves, a form fitting sapphire turtleneck tucked into a black waist high pencil skirt and thick black tights under that… She’s obviously one affected by the sun.
Celandine eyes went wide, her hand jerking up to twirl her hair around her slender digits. Celandine would not say no to following the headmistress, instead flashed a shy smile to her. The others that smiled to her would cause her to turn around quickly, to a point that her legs got tangled up. Grabbing the door to regain herself she would now follow. Hands back into her hair they went, a nervous twitch. "The main hall is wonderful, I've peeked in a lot. Or would go near the springs to listen, sometimes play along." She blushed at her secret being told, heart racing in her chest she wished she would wake up from this dream. Even though she knew this wasn't a dream, still nice though. Embarrassing herself was her best talent. "bards can battle? I didn't know that." Celandine had no grace unless she was flying, or playing music. Following again, gliding down the balcony only to stumble when landed. The next area was quiet, breathed relaxation a perfect sanctuary. "Y-yes, but please brag. My cousin and a friend convinced me to finally come inside." Moving to sit down, almost knocking the chair over. Once sat her wings dropped to rest upon the ground behind her. "I- I want to expand my bard ability and become a better singer as well maybe become a better writer. I want to join the college and guild, I..." She exhaled slowly, the female attire was gorgeous, very. Celandine’s button up brown shirt and matching brown leather leggings, not affected by the sun. "I want to have chance to join...be a successful bard. I'm Celandine Virellio, I write the Virellio children books.."
Brennia picks up on the push to come here from her and the fact she’s abstained for so long puzzled her slightly. “Madame Celandine,” the name bounced around like a seduction to the senses on her Veretian tongue, “let me ask you… Did you hesitate joining because of what the papers and the politician, Vermillion Draft, is saying?” Her tone is even and those piercing eyes steady, determined. She won’t say it outright yet, but Brennia doesn’t trust the man and the fact he’s started to attack her college through the papers is worsening that fact. She hasn’t proved that he’s been behind her physical attacks as well, but she has a feeling it’s with the help of the Flewminati… That’s crazy talk though. A smirk turns on those plump lips, “and yes… I know of C. Virellio the children’s book writer. I’ve gifted your work to friends of mine who have children and excuse my fangirling, but you are talented so there is no question there.”
Celandine | How her name was spoke created a shudder all way down her wings, "No, he’s just causing trouble. I… I am a klutz and shy I don't get out much. Was worried my klutz side would cause chaos. Or I would faint before I could speak to you, or worse try to speak and not able to speak. " She blushed and placed her hand on her lap, folded. Sucking her lips in as Brennia ‘fan girled’ her work, which soon made her giggle. "Thank you, I never charge for my books. I am honored to have such a great fan."
Brennia leans back into her chair a little while smiling, “we have many accommodations for any and all students or guild members.” She pulls out a pitch pipe, an enchanted lyre and a musical note shaped key. “To be a college attendee requires nothing. Free lodging down here in the dormitory and meals above in the dining hall round the clock catering. If there are any specifications to your diet whether you abstain from meat or have any type of allergy you can fill out a form that will be waiting in your room.” She motions to the enchanted lyre, “this is not only an instrument but it can be used as a weapon and gives you access to the Guild’s headquarters… The guild is more of a guiding presence in this land. We always keep an eye out for talent and recommend those to seek us out. You may charge for your services, but I do not manage what my members do so closely. We need to be looked upon as leaders within these halls,” she's gesturing to the pitch pipe now, “this offers protection or finds a starting note.” She chuckles shortly and softly before finally motioning to the musical note shaped key, “this key comes with slightly more complications. It gives you access to the restricted wing of this castle and within it are secrets which professors and guild members have promised to uphold. With this key comes a room outside of this dormitory and within that wing which is twice the size with your own balcony and wash room, also specially catered to your unique needs. For example, given your clumsiness, carpeted floors and rounded off furniture,” her timbre proves she wasn’t making light of Celandines situation, merely accepting it and accommodating.
Celandine leaned forward on the table, eyes full of hope as there was no fee to join! Holy rabies! "Free food and lodging? Truly? We have our own cooks?" Her hand moved to rest above her heart, "I'm not picky on food, just drinks." Looking to the lyre, her instrument even. This had to be destiny, or fate what ever have you. "Oh I don't do anything bad or cause trouble other than be a klutz and hit my head every once in awhile." She smiles widely, "I can accept to be a positive leader in these halls. No problem. I am a goody girl, I swear it." Then the pipe, tears swelling in her eyes this was happening. Oh she hoped it was happening. "I need protection from my klutzy self." She jests, knowing it was a different type of protection. The key was fab! Straight up fabulously perfect! Oh how everything sounds so perfect. Life just became perfect. "Heh, yeah I would need that. I trip over air even. I want this, all of this. I accept it all. please."
Brennia wonders if she should show her the wine cellar as well if she’s so picky, but maybe she doesn’t mean that type of drink… Maybe another time. She stands after waiting for the new guild member to accept her gifts, “you may wonder about the castle or join for the rest of my lesson, but first we are stopping by the offices.” Once Celandine stands to join the Headmistress Brennia would ask over her shoulder, “am I to assume your room will need plenty of ink, parchment and shelves for books? Maybe even a writer's station as well?” Once they made themselves up into the main hall, Brennia takes one of the staircases which hug the curved wall to the second story balcony. Right at the top curve of the oval there is a large door with interior windows on either side and through those Celandine can see a waiting area with a hobbit at the desk within. “Merry meet Mary-Anne!” Brennia greets the hobbit in a chipper tone and the woman responds in kind, “merry meet Headmistress.” Brennia places a hand gently on Celandine’s shoulder, “this is madame Celandine Virellio, a new student to the college and a new member within the guild. She will be taking a room within the restricted wing, would you be able to make the proper preparations?” Mary-Anne absolutely beams at Celandine, “welcome child!” Very motherly-like presence while she’s pulling out a plethora of forms, “I will be delighted to get her situated, headmistress. Deary,” Mary-Anne goes back to addressing the new student, “ why don’t you explore the castle a little more while I get the proper forms ready for you? There are some snacks just through there if you’re looking for a little something before dinner,” a chubby little hand motions to the door to Celandine’s left which says ‘Professor’s Lounge’ and a chocolate brown eye winks at the avian, “I won’t tell if you don’t, love.” Brennia smirks at how warm and inviting Mary-Anne is before saying to Celandine, “I’ll be in my classroom. Merry part until we merry meet again, Celandine.”