RP:A Musing
Scenic View
Oh, the view! You think to yourself, as you overlook this cliff. You feel no fear from this great height, due to the amazing view down the mountain, to a tree-filled valley. From here you can see a large park, with people eating and playing sports of all kinds, as well as rolling hills and a large fountain. Beyond that is the great Xalious Tree, the incarnation that the god of the same name has taken. Also visible from here is a small village resting in a valley in between the mountains, and above that the great Mage Tower, the training place of the spell casters. You think you could stay here forever, taking in these wonderful sights, but you must press on soon. Off to the east, you notice a small hut in rather shoddy condition, probably unused for quite some time. In a quiet corner is a tiny little grave, freshly dug surounded by many flowers, the majority of them being baby's breath and and crisp fresh purple roses. All of them left in tribute for what you expect was a very young soul. A roughly carved statuette of a young feline is here, with, - You will not be forgotten' engraved in the base
Sabrina would have been taking in the view, had it not been for the book she was otherwise occupied with. Granted it wasn’t ‘The Book’ but it was a source of her obsession for the current moment. She sat propped against a strategically placed tree that was a wonder hadn’t fallen over the cliff’s edge by itself let alone allowed enough room for an entire person to sit, feet dangling over the sudden drop at its roots. Clear afternoons this time of year were a rare gift and so she took full advantage of a relaxing day in cooler but bright sunshine.
Raphaline comes upon the scenic view with every intention of heading up to her home in the mountains. when she comes upon the view, she finds another view, a pretty but vaguely familiar female. "Afternoon." She calls over to her as the ba4d slips around rocks and trees to the cliff side.
Sabrina looks up from her reading, minty eyes falling upon a fair and agile female. There was no one else here, at very least Sabrina was aware of that small fact. “Indeed.” She continued to stare at the girl, eyes travelling down to her wrists which offered no comfort as to who she was or what she wanted. ~Please don’t let it be directions~ she thinks to herself. The book is closed for the time being, a single thin digit holding her page in case this meeting was short lived and the effort of finding that page again proved too tedious for the purpose.
Raphaline moves to sit a decent distance from the other woman but sits along the cliff side. "Pretty out, no?" She turns to Sabrina with a charming grin on her lips before nodding to the book, "What are you reading?"
Sabrina looks out along the view and after a long moment of study she agrees. “Our Mother is having a fine afternoon.” It was peaceful and she breathed it in, the fresh scent soothing her where she sat. The second query brought her back to Raphaline, whose voice as graceful as the breeze that sifted the smell of lavender and sandalwood through Sabrina’s hair; gentle and calming in nature. Her gaze falls down to the book clutched upon her lap, the thin digit slipping from the pages and sealing its intelligence shut. She answers the obvious “A book.”
Raphaline raises a brow at the other woman. "Obviously a book. What kind of book?" She catches the scent of the other woman and breathes it in.
Sabrina’s cheek flush. Of course the other knew it was a book. She regretted her initial response. Holding up the blue chapters she notes “Medical… sort of.” It was in fact a book about the study of emotion, so she was as correct as she could be about its nature.
Raphaline regards the book for a moment longer, before turning emerald gaze up to the other woman once more. "Sounds like an interesting choice in book." She extends her hand out to the other, "Call me Muse. I tend to like books filled with pages of music." Given by the timbre of the bard's voice, music is an important part of her life.
Sabrina’s accent would be more noted the longer Raphaline encouraged her to speak- an unrewarding task to the many who have tried. “It is a requirement more than a choice, as choices often accompany options. My reading is strictly for learning purposes at this time…” Communication was clearly not her strong point, and no shock as to why as the words became more heavily laced with a strong River-Elf-gone-Pirate weight, the longer the strings of sentences became. She peers strangely at Raphaline’s hand, regarding it like some sort of bug before she cringes and extends her own appendage in kind. The notes of her unease would be delicate enough that only one who paid very close attention to things would notice. Sabrina had never given much thought to music, though she found herself drawn to the female’s voice considering it both soothing and inviting. She had similar qualities in her own melodic tones, however trivial in nature they may have been lost in the presence of the other. Upon touching Sabrina’s bare hand one might notice a flood of whatever Sabrina was feeling at the moment; in this particular instance it would be serenity fortified with caution and wrapped in a want to trust. These things had a tendancy to bleed from Sabrina like open wounds.
Raphaline felt the penetration of emotions surging up along her arm; almost like electricity. Her emerald eyes turn up to the woman, slightly narrowed in intrigue about this new development. "An elf? Aye?" She reaches up to brush the fiery curls from her face and tucks them behind ears that have their own slight point to them, not near as prominent as her kindred, but enough so that she could be mistaken as one. "All reading has some sort of learning purpose to it. We all earn something from turning the pages, sometimes for some, other times less." She gives a small shrug, "It all depends on who you are."
Sabrina wondered if Muse would have been her actual name, though she had heard rarer oddities. She smiles recalling a deck-hand they dubbed ‘Scratch’ on account of a nasty habit of raking dirty fingernails under his chin every time he laid eyes upon Sabrina. It was a novelty Sabrina considered flattering. She didn’t offer her own name, more out of habit than actual purpose. She made no ill reaction about the halfbreed but there were subtle notes taken in her mind regarding how she would treat said creature. She was in awe of the fiery trusses of the one before her, feeling rather inferior that the mixed woman held more acceptable strands than she; rather self consciously she picks up a few pieces of her own inky locks and fiddles with the tips, curling them back and forth over the edges of her impeccably clean fingernails. “When learning about something one doesn’t wish to know about in order to harness information about something someone really wants to know about… “She grins “ … it is as they say- like finishing ones vegetables before receiving sweets.” She was quite proud of the accurate delivery of this comparison in common.
Raphaline chuckles softly before quipping, "You are right and," She makes a gesture of clapping her hands, "You did a very nice job of creating that metaphor. Doesn't happen often, but, sometimes I find myself surprised by the talents of others." She offers a wink before turning her emerald gaze once more the scene before her, her hair raking through those fiery tresses once more. "It is always nice when we find books that are both the vegetables and the sweets mixed in, aye?" Not a yummy taste, but the jest is clear, some books that needed to be read were enjoyable.
Sabrina beams back at her, almost child-like in the nature of seeking that approval. This was the first time she was so at ease around a stranger and it was reassuring. “Ro says if you read about something you learn nothing. He believes one must apply themselves to succeed in understanding…“Her gaze shifts down to the book “... of course he can’t read either… not well anyways.” She taps her fingers against the bindings of the book, biting her bottom lip as if just now realizing something. She stands abruptly, thinking ironically that Raph had been a good Muse. “I think I know what I need to do.” She gathers the book in her pocket and bends over to pick up her bow which had been resting against the tree on her opposite side. Next to the Bow, hidden by Sabrina’s person when she was actually sitting, was a T-Rex sized brain. She picks it up; squishing the pads of her fingers into the frontal cortex- even now it looked rather slippery, hours after she had taken it from the lizard. “Please excuse me, Miss…” She still wasn’t sure if she should call her Muse, but it was a fitting name if it were real.
Raphaline doesn't make a move to stop the woman, she better than anyone understood the need to have to leave to accomplish something. So she offers that charming grin, and shifts so her gaze can fall upon the other woman as she gathers up her things. 'It is no problem. I understand when the Muse hits you, you gotta get it out and down on paper before it flutters away." She makes a brushing off gesture to accompany her words as well. As for the brain, well, the bard had seen stranger things, so she chose not to speak on it. "Good luck than love. And hopefully the idea pans out."
Sabrina smiled back at her genuinely appreciating her help, intentional or otherwise. It was too bad Sabrina had neglected to make note of today, it was likely the Muse would be forgotten by their next meeting. She hurries off toward Venturil, almost skipping as she went.