RP:Second Impressions

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This is a Bard's Guild RP.


Summary: Brennia feels for those who lost so much and is looking to repair the Concert Hall in Larket and she bumps into a friendly face.


Concert Hall

A magnificent hall stands before you. Constructed of an elegant mahogany with tasteful gold trimmings, it is one of the marvels of Larket. Created a long time ago for the ruler of Larket and his court, it is now open to all who can afford the ticket price. Concerts usually play in the evening and are usually performed by grand orchestras. Sometimes however, more modern music is played, and the hall becomes a disco. The stage on which the orchestra performs is huge, necessary for the amount of musician in an orchestra. A large number of benches are set out on the floor with comfortable cushions on them. For those who really want to splash out, a number of balcony rooms are set into the rooms, heavy red curtains can be drawn around the box for a little more privacy, and the seats are luxuriously comfortable. The only way out is to the south.


Earthquake damage: Moderate



Brennia is assessing the damage of the concert hall for she would love to help out and perform a benefit for all lost in Larket in hopes to brighten the spirits. Simply attired on her blue silk wrapped blouse and leather leggings with boots this time. Those boots slowly saunter about the hall while she was idly drumming on her Enchanted Lyre as it seems this bard will never be found without an instrument. Once she starts humming along she notices the room became quiet as the workers ceased repairs to give the Avian their attentions. Spotting this as soon as those deep blue optics take in their faces in feeling their souls slowly being healed she gently stops so they may get back to work with a sort of spring in their step. She set her lyre in its case and a worker went to go put coin in the case, but she caught him in time. Holding his hand and shaking her head with a kind smile, the kind that pushed dimples in her cheeks, nearly caused the gentleman to tear up. She goes back to helping with cleaning up the mess from the quake.

Pilar was tired. She had been helping in the healing efforts, and when she wasn't doing that, she was helping in clean up. Today, she was heading to the northern part of the city with food and water, giving it out to those who had lost everything... and those 'who'd had nothing to lose to begin with. As she neared the music hall, she faintly heard music on the wind. She followed the sounds into the building, where she saw the tall dark and beautiful avian playing. Pilar knew she'd seen the woman before, but it took a moment to place her. A tavern somewhere? Pilar looked at the workers, then at the basket she was carrying. There wasn't much left of the food she'd been handing out, but she figured they could use it. She could always buy more in Kelay. She stepped further into the room, her normally bright yellow dress dirtied and dull. She cleared her throat. "Um...I-I have food, if you... if you want it... It's not much, but..."

Brennia's elongated pointed ears picked up the soft clearing of a throat and those royal blues take in the woman in a nearly bright yellow dress. The tall woman's long strides shrink most of the distance between them so she may see what she brought and in doing so brought Pilar's favorite scent with her. "Merry meet," her silky alto tone while soothed out as her hand extended in a greeting, "Never mind that, anything will always help, miss..." the pause was given for woman before her to introduce herself. She offered that stone heart melting smile on down to the woman who looks almost familiar, but is sure she's mistaking her for someone else. At such a close proximity, Pilar may notice how bold every line of her tattoo stands out on her caramel completion... It's almost as if it's dancing upon her dewy skin.

Pilar hesitated to say her name. After her experience with Desparrow, she was short on trust for people she didn't know. But she didn't want to be rude. "... Pilar," she finally said. She took the offered hand and shook it. Her own skin might have once been as dark, or darker, than Brennia's, but death had paled it some. Pilar blushed and looked away from her smile. The avian was gorgeous, to be sure. Even though she was taken, she was always shy around gorgeous women. She wanted to smile back, but she just couldn't. Smiles didn't come so easily to her anymore, and she was tired. Pilar opened the basket and offered it to Brennia. Inside was bread, a few apples, and a hunk of cheese. "Please, take what you like."

Brennia's hand reacted as if memory controlled it and her hand gently clasped the inside of Pilar's forearm while her fist places over her own heart in offering some sort of formal half curtsy. That deep blue gaze studies the woman's face for a moment, "You seem tired, come rest a moment." The bard insists while accepting the basket from the woman to announce, using her bardic magics to throw her voice, "Many thanks to miss Pilar!" She motions to the woman who earns cheers from the company. She places a gentle hand on the woman's shoulder to guide her to have a seat on one of the in tact benches. The small company of people come over and divvy up the resources while thanking Pilar. Brennia takes a seat once everyone else is settled, "So, madame Pilar... Where were you when the disruption hit?" If she was hesitant to share Brennia would offer first, "I would have come to help sooner, but I offered to stay at my chateau and look after my dear friend's infant child so she may help in the efforts. Lots of healing to be having." She opted to not have any of the food.

Pilar shifted her weight awkwardly as Brennia made her announcement and she was cheered. She didn't feel like she'd done anything worth cheering. She tensed slightly at Brennia's touch, but followed her guidance to a bench. She murmured, "You're welcome," to those who thanked her. When asked her whereabouts, Pilar answered quietly. "I was in Cenril... I... um... I got a letter asking me to come help, so I did." Pilar picked at her right knee, where her stockings were catching on her metal leg. Maybe she should have worn pants today.

Brennia offered that smile once more, "Quite brave of you." She sighs softly while gathering her silky black hair into a low and off to the side pony tail. Brennia did glance at where the woman was picking at her stockings and she almost assumed this was caused by the earthquake, but she thinks better on bringing it up. "Luckily none I know where injured..." She looks at the strewn about faces, how solemn and quiet they all were, "So many lost so much." That gaze and attention was turned on Pilar once more, "Once we get this place in safe conditions once more will you join us in a benefit, Madame Pilar?" The twinkle of hope could be seen deeply in those blue eyes.

Pilar hadn't lost anyone in the earthquake, as far as she knew, but she still knew the pain of loss. Most in this land did, it seemed. Pilar looked up at Brennia shyly. "A benefit? Like, something to raise money to help, yes? I'm sorry, Common is not my first language." She looked back down at her hands. "I... would like to help... I don't know if there's much I can do, though."

Brennia nodded in Pilar's confusion. "You speak it well," she assured her because it reminded her of having to learn a multitude of languages. She should have cautioned herself, but Pilar was so adorably shy she couldn't resist and Brennia slung her arm around Pilar's shoulders to offer a gentle squeeze, "There will be music and the fee for entry will be provisions and if you would like to bring more you can, but you already paid your way in." She offered a friendly wink to her, "Come if you may, no pressure." She noticed the workers slowly start to stand to go back to work, but she gently pulled her arm away from Pilar now to play the lyre once more. Her voice beautifully hums along and it's as if time stands still while every note acts as a suture to the emotional wounds to those around her. It would be a short and sweet song which was serene and upbeat at the same time, all for the others to feel a little more optimistic for their lot.

Pilar thanked Brennia quietly for the compliment, then her eyes widened and she blushed at the unexpected hug. Pilar watched and listened as Brennia played. She was a very gifted musician, it seemed. While Pilar was mediocre at best. She knew she should have taken inspiration from Brennia's skill, but instead she felt bad about herself. She waited until the avian finished her song before speaking again. "Um... Where and when will it be? The benefit? I'll, I'll come if I can."

Brennia locked the instrument away once more, "I hope it will be here and very soon. I shall send word once my good friend and I sort out all the details and find a nanny for the infant." Brennia stand and offers a friendly hand down to help Pilar up. "Well I will be delighted to see you there, Madame Pilar." Her attitude warning and friendly while that optimism was near contagious before she softly curtsied again, fist over heart. "Merry Part until we Merry Meet again." She would wait for her salutations before helping with the repairs once again.

Pilar took the hand and stood, and mirrored Brennia's curtsey. "You can leave word at the healers' tents by the fortress, or at Kelay Tavern. Goodbye for now, Miss... Um... Wow, I never asked your name. Forgive me."

Brennia called over to her, "Forgiven, Brennia Smyth." Though she was a distance away from Pilar it sounded as if she was right over her shoulder, what a talent that was throwing ones voice as such.

Pilar blinked. Brennia... She knew that name! Was this the same Brennia her best friend was dating? She almost asked, but decided it was better to leave it for another day. Instead, she simple nodded, then turned and headed out to get more supplies.