RP:Brennia's New Friend

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Summary: Brennia finds an impressive human who plays her piano!

(Room Description)

Brennia's Miniature Castle

After finding your way through the topiary garden it would only be fitting to come upon a building which looks like a section taken right out of a castle in the same style as all of Schezerade, in all it's decadence; marble forming the entirety of the large home accented with gold and platinum in which you'll have to cross over a short glass bridge to reach. The front door is welcoming for all shapes and sizes that are the citizens of Hollow and spans a great distance in it's solid French Door of a design. Opening it up one might be perplexed at the ability for the home to hold such music coming from the main room there, provided the owner of the home is present. Once immersed, the eyes might be stolen by the gaping cathedral ceilings above spotted by gold and platinum in which encircles mini glowing stones to mimic the night sky, but beauty is not what the ceiling is for as it carries one's voice in the ear most pleasing fashion. The walls of the room have shelves carved into the marble upon nearly every wall of this vast oval-shaped room, but the shelves were carved only into small squares, each holding scrolls to nearly any song someone might wish to hear and it should be clear now that a bard lives here; explains the marvelous white-wood, gold-accented, concert grand piano in the middle of this large room. Nearing further into the tiny castle one's nostrils might pick up on the scent of mouth watering food being cooked wafting from the kitchen which is north of the main room and it also holds a small, but elegant dining area as well. A comfortable little nook is off the kitchen for her chef, Zachaël, to reside in for his cooking is to die for and a must to have him as a live-in cook. Beyond that nook there is a winding staircase which travels below and is illuminated as if gold is to be kept down there. If you wish to stay and listen to the bard or wait for her to emerge there are luxurious sofas strew about with the softest throw blankets and plushy cushions, but be careful; an unsettling feeling may overcome you as your eyes spot a locked door to the west with an outreaching design in onyx stone overlay which seems to be inking over into the pristine luxury you’ve found yourself in. It's as if the room beyond holds a darkness that's attempting to leak out into this little slice of heaven… Better just leave that door alone.

A white concert grand piano is here.

Zachaël, wearing a chef's hat is here.


Brennia was working tirelessly on singing songs about love as that was a more tricky. It was a gentle and serene sounding song which only accompanied her alto voice ringing up to the starry cathedral ceiling in which only intensifies the bards voice. Its actually remarkable for one to discover the ability this castle has to hold this magic inside… Not only was thing song sweet and simple, but sung by the power of this bard and if the listener felt even the slightest connection to the lyrics it would fill them up with such strong emotion that they would picture their true love and if they didn't have one they would confuse it this love for the bard herself. Brennia's posture was perfect in the natural pianist way and her head bowed in concentration on the black & white keys causing her thick silky hair to obscure her beautiful face a little. Her wings trail behind her almost like a cape so she may sit comfortably at the gorgeous gold and white piano before her in the center of the room, it was a bards dream. Upon closer inspection one would swear they could see her tattoo pattern shifting over her caramel colored skin as if it's alive, but if one was that close they would smell their most favorite scent emitting from the avian… It's almost like everything about this being is meant to seduce the senses.

Odhranos was stepping across the glass bridge nervously as he began hearing the divine tones of Brennia's song. Clearly he had come to the right place, after hunting around for a good piano to refresh his skills on, the residents of Xalious' Bardic Lodge had directed him here to Schezerade. The mage was a little nervous, being ever so mildly terrified of heights, but as he edged tentatively across the glass bridge, heart in his mouth with fear, the faint sounds of music crept out through the open doors of the pristine marble castle. Distracted from his fear, the mage stepped across the bridge and peeped through the entrance into the room beyond. Even putting his head through the door amplified the music, clearly the architecture of this building was purposed with incredible acoustics, which the mage was greatly impressed by, being both a part-time architect and a musician. Standing by the door, he remained completely silent, allowing the sonorous melody to sweep him up. Combined with the faintest hint of intoxicating honeysuckle, the mage's mind went instantly to Artia. Remaining where he was, the mage waited to be noticed, not daring to break the stunningly beautiful avian's concentration nor end the blissful music.

Brennia would already feel a soul at the door, but one that was longing for Artia so maybe he meant her no harm. She didn't give off any indication she knew he was there. Brennia attempts to end the song as lightly as a feather drifting to the floor, but it will never soften the realization how empty someone might feel without the bard's song. Brennia stood her natural 6'2" self from the piano and ever-so-cooly she was able to throw her voice without much effort so it would sound as if her sultry alto tone came from right over the man's shoulder, "Come on in… Merry meet." It would seem she shared the same customs as Eldin/Irenic does seeing as they are from the same island. She would then turn herself to him and hugs her massive onyx shaded wings tightly to her curvaceous form as she saunters around the piano. Those stunning oceanic blues take in the man… Human it seems and tall too… She likes.

Odhranos almost gasped when the song ended, such a feeling of ending and loss it tugged at his heart. Looking up, startled, the mage almost spun about when her voice addressed him from behind his shoulder. Must have been an aspect of the acoustics, he assumed then stepped forwards. "I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean to disturb. I was directed here by some bards at the lodge in Xalious, I'm looking to freshen up my piano playing, but a good piano is very hard to come by." He was momentarily caught off guard by the custom of her greeting, so similar to Irenic's, but he simply chalked it down as a customary avian mannerism, Brennia and Irenic having been the only two avians he had ever met. "I couldn't help overhearing your song, it was beautiful." The mage said, in a rather gushy way, very odd for the reserved mage. Perhaps it was the power of the song, or the thoughts of Artia that had him so light and bubbly, who knows?.

Brennia felt the playful smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth to reveal perfect pearly whites, "By all means… This is my castle and all are welcome. You may call me Brennia…" She wasn't blushing at the compliment as it was almost expected and she offered a deep bow as a thank you. "You may play as you wish." Her hands didn't leave her most beloved weapon, the piano. She used it to seduce, torture, subdue and she felt she should mention, "There is a baby grand piano at the Hanging Corpse, but mine is better." Her smirk was suggestive this time and a soft chuckle to accompany, matter-of-fact she didn't speak very loud, didn't need to, he may catch on or not, but her bard magic was giving her the ability to throw her voice. Her stare doesn't move from the human in nearly a perverse way.

Odhranos bowed in return. "Thank you Brennia. My name is Odhranos." Stepping measuredly towards the avian, he folded his hands behind his back. "I heard about that also, but Vailkrin is quite a distance away and... of a more aquired taste to Shezerade." He smiled somewhat ruefully, waiting for a gesture as his sign to sit and begin playing... no, trying to remember how to play. His hands fell idly to his sides. "I'll apologise in advance, I haven't played in almost six months, I may need a minute or two to freshen up."

Brennia took the black-fire wine offered by her chef, Zachael, and sipped generously from her goblet before waving a hand at his apology, "Take your time, Odhranos…" The way her tongue would twist the human's name sounded as if it were taboo and perverse She set her glass on the piano top and offered, "Need something to drink to loosen you up?" A quirk of the brow here. As her free hand didn't leave the piano, nearly caressing it like a lover as she fit herself into the curve of it like a puzzle. Upon closer inspection of this Avian one could clearly catch the hues of deep blues and forest greens reflecting in the feathers, maybe she's like a siren or something?

Odhranos raised an eyebrow at her manner of saying his name; almost seductive in its enunciations. Seating himself on the stool, he almost went to adjust the height then realized it was already the perfect height for a player of 6'2", it would seem he and Brennia were of the same height. Reaching forward, his long fingers danced lightly over the keys, bringing forth a fluty wispy melody for a matter of seconds before the mage smiled. This was one hell of a piano, he could tell that from just those test notes, but what to play to justify such a magnificent instrument? The mage pondered for a moment silently, then glanced up at the avian, who had tucked herself into the sinuous curve of the piano, almost reflecting it in herself. "I... something mild, I have to return to the Mage's Tower and finish some work later." He replied distractedly, then returned his focus to the piano. Yes, he knew exactly what to plan. In an instant, he was back in the grand concert hall of Oileán, his debut, and his fingers settled instinctively on the keys, almost a lover's caress, as he began to bring forth the primary notes of song.


Brennia softly smirked at the reaction she got for her turn of his name and once he got himself comfortable with his hand placement it elicited a slight tilt of her head in watching him go. She idly thought to herself 'Is that what I look like?' But nonetheless, something amazing was happening. Brennia was actually impressed at this human's ability, which leads her to do something she rarely does for anyone. Silently she was able to amplify her piano with just her touching it and he would experience just for a moment what a bard really does. Lift the spirits in the form of song, not only by the mind, but the soul as well. The song would fill all the empty spots of the human like sponge soaking up water. Brennia didn't chime in a melody, she wanted this human to have his moment of glory in the center of her music room. 


Odhranos closed his eyes and let the music flow through him, instinctively finding the keys and notes, bringing the sweet ballad from the voice of the piano. In his minds eye, the mage could see it all once more; the crystalline spotlights, the vivid crimson carpeting and drapings of the hall, the way each cadence seemed to elicit a sigh from the crowd, who sat in perfect appreciatory silence, hanging onto every last note, suspense and emotion dripping from every scale, hanging note and apex. The mage lifted his chin and smiled despite himself; it was a good memory, one he hadn't cause to think of in a long time. Unbeknownst to the mage, Brennia had begun amplifying the music and the song seemed to swell and come to life, sweeping round the pristine white hall and swirling bell-like around the rich red hall in the mage's memory. At once, the music reached its first apex and then settled into a more gentle rhythm, its glorious swell making way for...song. The mage felt a light sweat break out on his brow; he hadn't sung in quite some time but... this music, it refused not to be appreciated, it simply demanded it of him, and he couldn't refuse. As a major cadence modulated to a minor key, the mage cleared his throat silently, then  the music paused. In the silence, a rich, velvety basso pealed out, its tones and inflections reminiscent of the old language of Oileán, as it danced the dance of sorrow with the music. The mage let his heart break into the song, letting free emotions he hadn't done in some time, so much so his closed eyes began to mist over in emotion; but his voice wouldn't crack, the song was too strong to allow for any falter. And so the mage sang, for the first time in two years. He sang the song of heartbreak.   Brennia listened and a genuine smile came over her plump lips showing off perfectly white teeth and poking dimples in her cheeks, such a beaming smile could melt the coldest hearts of men made of stone. Her deep blues twinkling in the wonder he made her feel and although he doesn't know her, this type of reaction from her was rare. Once the song ended she released her touch from the piano and clapped her hands while gently bouncing I place, making her chest so the same. A soft chuckle from her and she holds her glass out, "Cheers! How beautiful!" She raised her black-fire wine to her lips and sipped generously from it before asking, "would you like a drink, Sir Odhranos? I'm sure I've got anything you'd like in my cellar." She offered a suggestive wink, but he may be able to tell she was just being playful.   Odhranos gently settled the song through its final cadence and into a solemn modal chord to finish, easing his fingers lightly off the keys upon doing so. "Thank you, for that experience, it has been a long time since I played last, I was afraid I would slip a note and ruin the atmosphere." He laughed softly before looking up at Brennia's question. "Oh, something light, I have study to finish in the Mage's Tower and I would be severely hampered with a woolly head. A cider if you have it?" Upon getting to his feet, he trailed a hand softly over the upper keys, eliciting an ethereal twinkle from the piano as he crossed the room, head thrown back in awe as he studied the design of the room. "It is exceptionally well designed, the whole shape of the room funnels sound upward and bounces it back in a perfect resonant shape, I greatly commend the architect." The mage murmured as he crossed the white marble floor, his grey robes looking almost black in comparison to the pristine whiteness.   Brennia glanced to Zachael, her chef, and he rushed off to get their guest some hard Apple cider which offers the pallet of hints of cinnamon and caramel. Brennia moves over to one of the walls which holds musical scrolls and she scribbles something on it before returning it to his home along with the quill. Brennia's wings hug tight to her curves as she make her way to where the human was just as Zachael made his way back up the stairs from the golden clad cellar to give Odhranos his drink. "It's actually modeled after the musical hall in my castle back home... I actually wasn't allowed in that wing of the castle growing up." She looks up at the cathedral ceiling and she continues, "The constellations on the ceiling was my touch, you should see this place at night... In the dark... It's beautiful." Something suggestive might be insinuated from her tone, but almost everything about herself and her home was meant to seduce it seems. She takes a seat on some Victorian style  furniture with drink in hand, "So, Odranos... Where did you learn to play like that?"

Odhranos smiled and thanked Zachael as he was handed his drink. Taking a long drag from the glass, he smiled and savored the smooth drink. "Mmm, gorgeous. The cinnamon is a perfect touch, I'll have to attempt that myself.". Taking care to set the glass down on the table and NOT the piano (he would assume a swift exit through a window would ensue from such an act) he strode across to the center of the hall and turned in a slow circle on the spot. He hummed a low note which resonated through room as he studied the roof. "So this is a form of architectural rebellion? Creating that which was held from you?" his eyebrow quirked upwards, smiling softly as he made his way across to the avian, seating himself opposite her, glass in hand. He sipped once more, then set the glass on the floor next to his feet. "I was raised in House Carraig An Rí in Oileán, it is one step down from royalty. I was trained in classics, literature, languages. From birth I was destined to become the next royal diplomat after my father, so of course entertaining visiting dignitaries was a must. I received the best training in piano and violin Oileán had to offer." He grimaced, he still hated remembering his previous life.

Brennia was smirking impishly, "Seems we have a bit in common then. I was rigorously trained in battle, politics, foreign languages… But my family kept me away from music… Even if I wanted to just listen to it I had to be supervised. They didn't want me to learn of t he magic I possessed." As she was remembering she noticed her ink on her body was starting to shift which causes her to take a long sip from her drink to make it stop. "I can still hear my mother telling me to sit up straight, of course in some nonsensical riddle." She noticed he was sitting rigidly straight, so perfect and poised, so she relaxed a bit into the sofa as she chalked it up to old habits. Surely if he were to ask why she wasn't back home ruling her land she would explain, but she doesn't openly talk about it without a little prying.

Odhranos laughed heartily, then raised a hand in mock command; "Sit up straight! Don't speak until spoken to! Bow and curtsy till your knees break!" he announced in a joking commanding tone. He grinned and the ramrod-straightness dropped somewhat as he relaxed back into the chair. "Yes, it was all a load of nonsense wasn't it? I realized that when I was exiled, all of my skills were next to useless. Its part of the reason I have such drive for my work, I appreciate that work is required for comfort and fulfillment, as opposed to "inheritance" as I was always taught." he ran long fingers through his messy brown hair, peppered with the odd grey strand. He then glanced back at Brennia. "You say you grew up in a castle? I would assume you were of high standing in your home nation then, should it take my cue to bow? I haven't practiced that in a while, nor is my foreign policy much up to scratch." He teased, getting to his feet to bow flamboyantly before seating himself as before, taking a swig of cider.

Brennia chuckled softly at his teasing remaining a softer smirk on her plump lips as she so boredly replies, "I was a Countess to be… My father rules the Island, and Island of Avians and Vampire slaves." Something darker turns in her voice when she mentions the slaves as she never liked that fact about her heritage. "You were exiled?" Her deep blue eyes move of the human carefully as if measuring him… "Apologies, but you don't seem like the type." A quirked brow is thrown his way before she sips more from her goblet. "What was it you did to become exiled?" She crossed one leather legging clad leg over the other before addressing her chef in a language he more than likely never heard before (French sounding) and it seems she was asking him a question. After a short absence from Zachael he offered a platter of snacks, smoked meats, exotic cheeses and toasty crackers. The chef bows deeply before Brennia flashed that heart melting smile at the Avain to send him away blushing. Brennia leans over to get herself cheese and cracker while she waits for the human to continue.

Odhranos leaned back against the cushions of the couch, sighing heavily. "I was exiled for marrying the wrong woman." He replied after a few moments. "She was the daughter of a foreign king who's nation was engaged in diplomatic discussions with my people. We fell in love and married, the usual story. I found out she was royalty on our wedding night and was hauled from my bed at spearpoint less than two hours after." He sat forward again, picking up his glass. "I was hauled up in court in my bedclothes, charged with "defiling the royal maiden". A load of bollox, I barely held the lady's hand, they simply wanted to ensure she would be free to marry as her father felt fit. Negotiations were dissolved, our nations turned against eachother, I never saw her again. Two months later, I was disowned and exiled in disgrace." He shrugged idly, taking a long drink. He was still bitter about how he had been treated, still felt he had been wronged. "I left Oileán of my own volition, it held no love for me anymore. Something about seeing your own father spitting on you as you are marched in rags and manacles down the street... wouldn't recommend it." He grimaced and drank more of the cider.

Brennia scowls at his story, "That’s why I've always hated politics. I didn't exactly get to choose who I was to be married off to. There were competitions held in my name and the noblest of families chucked their eldest into the running." She lifts a lon necked obsidian pipe from the coffee table between them and softly hummed an enchantment which stoked the herbs in the pipe. After taking a long drag of the smoke and sending the dense smoke into the air, away from her guest, she continues, "It was all very boring to me. Then the man who won, probably by false means, had plans to murder me after our wedding night and then turn on my family… Our justice system is a bit unorthodox and the rise to lead the Island of Vere was antiquated, but advanced at the same time. I was the eldest, but my age of coming to rule was coming and I had to be married off before I could get the crown. I really wanted nothing to do with it and thought my younger brother a better ruler than I, but I couldn't just make that so…" She takes another long drag in between sips of her wine, "I fled, on the wedding day, but I came to find out later that Edlin murdered my father, my mother, and my younger brother while they slept." She chuckles a bit darkly, "He knew he had no chance in battle against them otherwise…. Coward." Suddenly she felt like they were in competition of some sort of 'who had it worse', but she didn't even know the half of it herself. "You ever consider revenge?"

Odhranos drank more of the bitter cider as she shared her tale, his brows furrowing in distaste as she described the means through which her suitor was chosen. "You'd think that after all this time, people would learn not to force arranged marriage, it's quite barbaric." He grumbled, then paused, his glass halfway to his lips. Edlin? She said Edlin, right? A momentary vision of a tall, bare-chested avian, silver hair swept back gracefully, silver, grey and black wings framing his shoulders. Edlin? The mage chewed his lip as Brennia went on; troubled about that thought, but remaining silent. He was broken from his reviery by Brennia's next question. His eyes grew sad, slate-grey irises shimmering, seeming to darken to a hard granite black. "Considered. Succeeded. Regretted it ever since." He knocked back the last of the cider and held the glass up to the light, observing how the light played through the curved glass tumbler. "I'll need something a little harder to tell that story though. What would you recommend?" He intoned darkly, his face shaded as he hunched.

Brennia smirked a bit impishly before speaking in that alluring language, so sultry and sweet she spoke to her chef and he bowed deeply before making his way back to the illuminessant Wine Cellar. "I thought one of my pets succeeded in killing Edlin… The dragon, Sebias…" She smirks once more as if remembering something, but that smirk may be a little unnerving to some at it was perverse in nature. "I felt it was a stolen way to earn revenge, but from what I hear he remembers nothing of it and is a slave to someone else." That chuckle so dark again and at this point one may consider their company as she seems stunning like an angel, but something dark resonates within her, maybe it's harmless, maybe it's just playful. "I think that fate is worse…" She greets Zachael again with that beaming smile as he returned with another fancy serving platter which holds a strong whiskey and a sweet brandy, "These two drinks are specially made for a couple of my pets, they are strong no doubt about it." She offers a playful wink to the human before she said something a bit odd, "I am sure someday, someone, or something may come for their revenge." The musing was mumbled and cryptic.

Odhranos accepted the platter with a respectful bow, setting them on the table for now. He listened as Brennia recounted her dealings with Edlin, or Irenic as Odhranos better knew him. He grimaced as she so casually mentioned her revenge on him, but given that Odh had met the avian, who didn't seem to be in such a bad state, and given how he had treated Brennia and her family...the mage was less inclined to protest. "I have met your Edlin. He arrived in the Larket apothecary, I was assisting Ms Artia when he arrived. He seems to be quite a different person than he used to be, although I'm sure Artia would know better than I would." He raised an eyebrow as he glanced back to Brennia. "Although I am sure she would have said if anything worth mentioning came up, she seems to know you quite... intimately." The mage chuckled as he sat back, his wording was quite deliberate. Artia had expected him to be bothered when she told him, but Odh had taken it quite well. He reached forward for one of the glasses, lifting the brandy and swirling it delicately, then taking a sip, quaffing half the glass. He grimaced, gritting his teeth as the potent alcohol burned it's way down to his stomach. "Gah, strong is an understatement." He grunted as he sat back, the glass balanced between three fingers.

Brennia's plump lips turn downward in a scowl, "My Edlin? Hah." It was obvious she has incredible disdain towards the man, and rightfully so. Her lips return to that playful smirk when he mentions how intimately she has been with Artia and she puts on with a bashful chuckle, "Well, if you heard me speak to you in this tone," Her voice turns to something even more sultry and enchanting while she stands herself up, sauntering to move next to the human on the couch. Doing so, intensifying Odhanros' favorite smell and those warm hypnotic dark wings so close, so inviting; feathers as if reaching out to say 'touch me, feel me, it's all safe now.'   "And if I were talking to you in my native tongue…" Her index finger gently pushed on the bottom of his glass in attempts to have Odhranos drink some more, "You might be pliable to my wishes, too." She was now leaned in a bit and he could easily see her deep oceanic blue eyes so clear and how the iris nearly take over the eyeballs; this is a mythic creature he was dealing with, a strong one, an ancient one. Her smirk spreads more into a smile while she recoils herself while scooting away a bit to stop torturing the human so. "Now that you've had some more to drink." Her brow quirks at the bandy, "Nice choice by the way, my vampire pet would be impressed." She winks offering a hint of her unusual doings as she continues her initial thought, "Tell me more of this revenge you've gotten?" She crossed leather legging clad leg over the other again while tucking some black silky hair behind elongated pointed and pierced ear.

Odhranos' own grey eyes widened slightly as the avian made her sauntering way across to his couch and plyed her magic on him. Gods above, magic or not, the avian knew her art well. The slate-grey irises seemed to flash silver for a moment, reflecting in them the vivid azure tones of Brennia's own before they hardened, a flinty grey, speckled with ash. "Perhaps. Or perhaps not. Doesn't exactly help your cause when your smell reminds me of another woman." He grinned, perfect teeth shining in a smile. As the sweet scent of honeysuckle permeated the air, the mage knocked back the rest of the drink and made his way across the couch to the avian. Setting his mouth close to her ear, his fingers delicately danced through the air about her form, suggesting contact but not providing. "A terribly cruel art to play upon a taken man, Ms Brennia, I should thank you not to repeat it." He growled seductively. "It's possible to learn the art of seduction without avian traits, that I personally can assure you... a shame I have no wish to demonstrate." The man flashed an wicked grin, he could dish out just the same as she could, albiet without certain tricks. Getting up from the sofa, he paced across the marble floor, whisking his hand like a conductor's baton, a small wispy stream of pure white sand emerging from his pocket in response. As it curled lithely through the air, the man sighed. "Patricide. I believe that is the term. Killing ones father. Doesn't take into account self-defence, but the title fits." He growled, his eyes overcast.

Brennia shrugged carelessly, "The smell is whatever your favorite is, that is something I cannot control." When he advances on her, her expression was even, unchanging in his tease back though on the inside it was quite titillating and curious. She had to control herself here as his actions made her want to turn him as a man has never actually tried to turn her own actions against her before, but keeping to herself and closely watching her tattoo as to not get overly worked up for Inky might take over - neither of them want that. She smirked at his growl, "You aren't as innocent as you seem… Odhranos." Again that turn of his name twists on her tongue turning it into something taboo and perverse, "But your secret is safe with me." She was referring to his counter-seductive moves and she adds, "As long as you continue to come play with me." She meant the double entendre with her continued smirk, she assumed that he knows she is talking of her piano, "I do have a few other musical instruments around here, but that's for you to decide if you want to go sniffing around the castle for them."

Odhranos smiled over his shoulder as he danced the sand through an intricate set of movements in the air about him. "Innocent? I should think not. Polite merely, but not innocent. That term stopped applying quite some time ago." Holding his hand outstretched, the sand coalesced and formed a perfectly smooth staff in his hand, which he spun artfully before it dissipated again. "I should like a tour if possible, it is quite an impressive building, I would like to see what more of it there is." The sand reformed into a white stone violin in his hand, a matching bow in the other, but when he drew the bow across, the violin burst soundlessly into a cloud around him. With a quick flick of the wrist, the sand formed in two delicate wings upon the mage's back, which folded close to his spine. The mage bowed to the avian, the wings were structurally identical to hers, the mage had a habit of recreating the things he saw about him, especially organic forms.

Brennia stood and brought herself close to him seeing as their height was evenly matched as she passed him she carelessly let her soft velvety and massive wings caress the man's form, "Of course as you see this room was made acoustically to carry the sounds within and here." She looks up as she was against the piano once more, "Here is the sweet spot as one would say." She demonstrates with the singing of a note and the sound was amplified without any magical twistings to it. "The walls hold so many scrolls of music, some of them magical spells for bard use, I haven't the time to organize them just yet." She moves along the walls which are carved from marble and stuffed with parchment, "And of course this is the sitting area," She was walking through the space with crimson and gold plushy furniture in the theme being Victorian, and she curves back around the large oval shaped room to a mysterious door way, "Through this door lies a wing of this castle you might never get a chance to actually see, but I assure you even though its cast in onyx stone that it is just as opulent and beautiful as this room. Every pet has their own room through here, fit to their needs as they see fit and at the end of the corridor is my own master room." She drags the word 'master' out with a wink. "Shall we continue through the kitchen?" She gestures to the archway in the distance behind the man.

Odhranos respectfully folded his hands behind his back, so Brennia's wings simply brushed against his coarsely woven grey sleeve. Welcoming as the avian had been, he knew not to underestimate her powers, he would wager contact with the intoxicatingly beautiful wings would have some... adverse effect. Following her across to the piano, he stepped into her position after she moved, humming a resonant bass note, nodding in approval as it rumbled powerfully about the bell-like dome. He smirked as she described the chambers beyond the onyx door. "No worries on that account. I'm sure I can persuade Artia to surrender it's secrets. I have my ways." He chuckled, casting a suggestive glance Brennia's way as he examined the scrolls. Pulling one scroll out, he unravelled it, quickly skimming the scrawled notes. From sight, he quickly hummed the first notes, then stopped sharpishly as the scroll began glowing malevolently in his hands. It would appear bardic magic dissagreed with him.

Brennia clapped her hands lightly at him, "I see you chose one of the torture scrolls." She mimics his growl from earlier with a cat like pawing of her hand ending the charade with a light chuckle, "I do have some classical items along that wall there, "She points to the opposite side, "Still be careful as there still might be a few magical ones there… And through here," She is now through the archway and as soon as the mage would step through it would seem it's enchanted as well with a sensory barrier blocking smells and sounds to be shared between the rooms, "Its locked off for the simple fact of when I am in a sour mood and singing death tolling songs my Zachael would not be harmed and whenever he is crafting in here." She takes a long sniff of the air, smelling an alluring number of spices from whatever the man was cooking (who as also a very handsome avian) "Smells of roast today… Anyway, this way I cannot smell what he is cooking throughout the castle, so I may practice my craft in peace." She moves over to the start of a swirling staircase which goes down. "Shall we move onto the Wine Cellar?"

Odhranos raised an eyebrow at the woman's teasing as he returned the scroll to its place. "I think I'll stick with the tomes in the Mage's Library, music I can learn by ear. Oral tradition was a custom of my people, written music was used, but it's so cumbersome and extra effort to carry around. That's not to say that recording is not a smart idea." He stepped through the archway, then stopped halfway through. "Very interesting..." he murmured, stepping closer to the archway itself, eye's blazing an arcane silver as he examined the portal and it's enchantment. He turned away distractedly and bowed respectfully to Zachael. "I commend you on your craft sir, the cider was exquisite." He intoned as he straightened again. "If I weren't such a hopeless cook, I'd ask for the recipe, but it would be a crime to butcher such artful work." He smiled to the male avian, then followed Brennia to the staircase.

Brennia couldn’t help but giggle, "Oral tradition you say? Lucky Artia…" She was always very perverse, and Zachael would only bow, nod and laugh a bit nervously at Odhranos as he doesn't speak a lick of common. "Oh, I apologize, he doesn't speak this language." She repeats a gist of what Odhranos said to Zachael, and was she right about her silky voice speaking in such a romantic language. The Avian man nods and bows respectfully after a short phrase, "He said thank you and merry meet." She made her way down the winding stairs to end on a thick glass floor which overlooks Xalious through some clouds. "This is the wine cellar as I so cleverly named it the Whine Cellair because of the shackles over there," She motions to a pair of osmium, which is the strongest metal, shackles against the wall, "And in the far corner of this room, through the maze of wine shelves, wine racks, and beer casks there is Artia's little work area. Filled to the brim with ingredients for whatever potions she wishes to make." This room was beautiful and dangerous just like her. The glass floors giving someone with the fear of heights a fright and the golden gilded walls fooling thieves of monetary riches down here.

Fear of heights? The poor mage. Upon stepping around the final spiral of staircase, the mage's heart almost leapt out of his chest. "Oh good gods..." he murmured as he clung to the stairs with white knuckled hands. His eyes wide and heart pounding, he glanced across at Brennia, then gritted his teeth. He would not let his fear get the better of him. Reaching into his pocket, he drew forth a large handful of sand, a rich red sand, from the Nameless desert and cast it out before him. The sand spun and formed a thin carpet before him, hovering an inch above the glass. The mage stepped onto the carpet, which held his weight surprisingly well and he let out a breath of relief. "Sorry. Personal fear of heights." He managed to get out through gritted teeth as he walked stiffly across his sand floor to Artia's corner. He examimed the vials and jars intently, anything to distract from the yawning void below him. He took a glance and growled, he despised the lack of earth beneath his feet. "I'm sorry, I'm no avian, being a terramancer means I have a distinct fear if I have no earth beneath my feet. I can stand atop the highest mountain without fear, but up here.... unnerving." He grimaced and stepped swiftly across to the staircase again, the sand returning to its place, hidden away in his robes.

Brennia stood silently as the mage attempted to concur his fear only offering a word, "Impressive…" At the carpet he summoned. Once he made he way back to the staircase she motions him to go up and she would follow, offering a playful whistle at his behind in attempts to lighten the mood. She takes note of the darkening skies once they make their way back up to the kitchen area, "Is Artia going to wonder where you have been?" She notes at how much time has passed since he has been here and she figured she would give him a way out save for his embarrassment just now. "But if you wish to play some more to calm you nerves there is plenty of more brandy and an open piano." She didn't want to make it seem she wanted to rush him off either. She figured he might make him feel a little better by lessening her illusions further, "And here." She plucked a black feather from her wings to hand it to him, "There is nothing special about this massive things, they just let me fly." She said rather flatly and if he did indeed take the offer he would feel how soft just one feather was and it was a simple black feather, only very pretty.

Odhranos silently let out a sigh of relief when they reached the top of the staircase. Although the void was still there, at least one floor stood between it and Odhranos, giving him a modicum of comfort. He shook his head. "Artia is currently in Larket, while I am studying in the Mage's Guild. I'm awaiting summons from Frostmaw, I've been tasked by the Guild to assist in the reparations, but given the state of things at the moment, I would expect a delay in being called. So as of the moment, I have only my own study to keep me occupied." He turned as Brennia handed him the feather. He took it gingerly from her, balancing it on one finger as he studied it, examining how it reacted to the tiniest breeze. "They are beautiful feathers." He commented, the ebony feather spinning between his fingers delicately. He breathed in the air, even separated from the avian, the feather still scented the air with honeysuckle. He smiled at Brennia, little more at ease now. "I will play, but I might pass on the brandy. I don't have an extravagant tolerance for alcohol, wouldn't want to trouble you with an inebriated terramancer." He laughed softly, striding across to the piano.

Brennia fell in behind the man with a soft chuckle, "It would be no worry for me. There are plenty of couches here or you can borrow on of my pet's rooms. All the easier to seduce you…" She would playfully wiggle her brows at the man as it seemed he was easily undone by her playful nature. She took her place in the curve of the piano awaiting him to play and she was actually surprised at all the times she mentions having these pets, which were obviously not actual animals, that it raised no questions from him yet. It seemed she must have left her wine goblet in the kitchen as Zachael swiftly brought it back to her and just as he was going to walk away she gently grabbed the Avian's arm asking him to stay and have a listen. There was a short exchange from him, probably asking if Odhranos was also a bard to which Brennia was shaking her head no and the chef then decides to stay and listen.

Odhranos laughed. "Exactly my point, hence why I will pass." He raised his eyebrow jokingly and made his way across to the piano. Bard as he may not be, Odhranos was fond of mixing magic in with everything he did, and with what he planned to play, he knew just what was required to give the performance that extra aspect. Shaking back the sleeves of his robes to bare his arms to the elbow, the mage held both hands aloft and let his terramancy loose. From every hidden pocket and corner of the robes, came streams of sand and dust and stone, all the tools any terramancer might need at a moments notice. Each different shade of color came from a different location around Lithrydel; yellow and red sands from the dunes of the Nameless Desert, pale grey sand from the shores of Cenril, pure white chalk dust from the banks of the Vibrance in Larket, dancing amongst shards of granite from Xalious, iron filings from Craughmoyle and aquamarine splinters of fluorite from Frostmaw. The mage gathered this material in a maelstrom of churning color above him, then turned to the two avians. "Fear not, all part of the act, and I will clear every speck up afterwards." With those consoling words, he parted his hands and the streamers and curlicues of sand and stone spiraled and settled themselves in a thin carpet upon the marble floor. Stepping so light as to not leave footprints, the mage made his way to the circle of bare floor around the piano and seated himself. As his fingers settled on the keys, the mage sighed contentedly. Now for the grandest piece Oileán ever wrote. His fingers danced, a whirling descent of madness incarnate and so the piece began. Behind him, from the chaotic swirls of earth, rose a column of pure white chalk, which formed into a figure of a young boy. Odhranos took a deep breath and launched into vibrant basso, sung through Old Oileánean. The song was of a young warrior boy, named Setabta, who dreamed of greatness. As the mage played, the white figure of Setanta danced and slashed his white Hurley in time with the music. As a minor key was introduced, the hero met his first trial. Rising from the sands, a great dire-wolf, cast of dark blackened iron filings was born, challenging the young warrior. As scale followed cadence followed rising sequence, the boy and wolf danced and fought, their titanic struggle sending ripples through the sand until, with a crash of bass chord and song, the boy cast his sliotar into the wolf's mouth and it burst into dust, a dust that swirled around the boy and became one with him, as the boy Setanta became the warrior-lord Cúchullain, the hound of Cullen. The mage let his voice sing out in rough tones of his native language, a sharp callous language, but not without its beauty.

Brennia linked her arm around Zachael's while he became completely entranced by the show, not a peep during. This caused the Avian man to blush and that heart melting smile spread across her lips while the song came to a climax and once the wolf was defeated by the boy she did gasp, hand to mouth, but she must stay quiet to the end. She was feeling such a natural joy, that she was certain her vampire was feeling it too no matter where he may be. Her deep blues glanced to Zachael and noticed a tear falling from his eye while his hand rested emotionally on his chest, this display was beautiful indeed and Brennia reached a tattooed hand to wipe away her chef's tear. Her actions go unnoticed by the chef as he was entirely engrossed into the song this human was playing. Brennia's smile spread across her face again at Odhranos who seemed so ordinary not long ago and now he's doing something unexpected and amazing; needless to say she is thoroughly impressed by this human, which was quite rare for the woman. Her usual day-to-day expressions varied between, bored, seduction, or relaxed, but this… This human was making her feel things without magic, he's earned her respect.

Odhranos would have been pleased to see his audience so moved, but between manipulating the sand behind him and the music flowing from him, he was somewhat distracted. As the music flowed to its close, the sand began to swirl up from the ground in twisting streams, coruscating above the mage's head. When all of the sand had left the floor, leaving it pristine and clean once more, only the grey-white figure of the boy, now man remained. Turning to Brennia and Zachael, the figure bowed deeply, before spreading its arms wide, as if to embrace them then dissipated into a cloud. This cloud joined the rest of the earth above him and began to move, forming a circle of Celtic swirls, centered around a simple design of a castle on a small island; the crown seal of Oileán. Settling the music softly to rest, the mage held the final triumphant chord, then lifted his fingers from the keys, allowing the chord to ring out into silence, leaving a distinct sense of quiet. Turning to his audience, the mage stood then bowed. "The Saga of Cúchullain, in all it is fifteen hours long start to finish, so that was just the first section. A moving piece though, the pride of Oileán's music halls, the story is an important one to my culture." He smiled, holding his hands aloft as the sand spiraled and whisked back into his robes.

Brennia and Zachael erupt into cheers and clapping, Brennia hopping a bit in place, again causing a bouncing to go on there. She rushed over embracing the human, possibly accidently pushing that perky bosom in the man's face from his seated position. No shame on her part and then she leans down placing light pecks on both of the man's cheeks before going back to Zachael, they exchange words in their native tongue and the man bows to Odhranos and goes back to his kitchen to continue cooking. "He said that was beautiful. He even shed a tear, Odhranos!" This time his name wasn't twisted up in seduction and this side of the woman was rare to see, she was friendly and not a 'Ill seduce you till your brains pop out' but more of a 'You are now my best friend forever and there is nothing you can do about it kind of way.'

Odhranos' eyes widened as Brennia rushed across to embrace him, but she seemed almost a different woman to the seductive creature who had greeted him to the castle before. Odhranos blushed and bowed deeply to the chef as he departed, obviously pleased at the reception his playing received. "It is an honour that my music can elicit such a response, thank you." The mage smiled openly at Brennia, his eyes shining happily. He laughed warmly. "I don't intend to do a thing about it, I would be glad to be a friend of yours, I have far too many "companions" and "co-workers"" the mage grinned, seating himself again on the piano stool. "Playing again is fantastic, it is so unwinding, compared to study or training. I may drop again by from time to time, if it's not too much of a hastle. I might be able to play the rest of The Saga for you even." The mage was serious about returning, the avian woman had been a gracious host, and she might even be able to transpose some of the pieces he remembered from Oileán, to share with a new audience.

Brennia took her place in the curve of the piano, "You may come and play whenever you wish!" She beamed that heart melting smile once more before an impish smirk took over her expression… She was still for a moment as if listening to something. "I do apologize.. I'll be retiring to my chambers for… Probably the rest of the day." She chuckled softly, "Stay and play if you wish, the food should be done soon if you'd like a meal. Couches are comfy for a nap and if you are gone before you return. Merry part until we meet again." She grave another embrace goodbye before giving a smooch to his cheek and disappearing through the dark doorway, which shifts open like a camera lens and closes behind her in the same fashion.