RP:Under the Waterfall
This is a Bard's Guild RP.
Summary: Alvina The Silver and Headmistress Smyth decide to embark on a little natural note finding journey.
Under The Waterfall
The sound of the water, plummeting down the cliff is deafening you wouldn't even be able to hear your own shouting. The waterfall must be a good 70 feet high, or higher, and at the top you see the ice that has covered whatever river that moves down from the mountains. But it must not be cold enough there to freeze it all, as the water underneath it pours down this cliff, bringing with it chunks of ice every so often. The great pool of water here is not frozen, as the air is not quite cold enough to cause such, and the ice chunks slowly melt as they crash into the pool and are broken up by the pummeling of the water from above. To your south you see a narrow path, wet and slippery with the spray coming from the waterfall. You're not sure if you want to stay where you are, or if you want to risk a fall from that path! Then you see what seems to be an opening, just behind the waterfall. With a few careful steps you might be able to go there.
Alvina approached the waterfall from the west, shooting glances at her chiming bracelet as she walked. She’d spent hours testing it with her own sounds; the sound of her daughters, her own voice in various levels of notes. It all bore the same; no result. Or, what she considered no result. The off tune reply came each time, but there was no perfect match. Alvina thought maybe it wasn’t a sound that the voice could reproduce, so she’d started to wander around various locations, trying to force the bracelet to respond to something. Anything. Here, it’s just the deafening sound of the waterfall and so far…there’s no reaction. Or if there is, she really can’t hear it over the falling water. The stones are slick, though not icy. She makes her way along with booted feet, spying the opening and making her way to it on slow, careful steps.
Brennia was figuring the same as Alvina and she even started to wear the artifact as some sort of accessory. Soft extravagant boots draw nearer to Alvina in bringing along Alvina’s most favorite scent and liberty blue hues focused on her own bracelet nearly bumping into the fellow bard of it weren't for Brennia's own wings. The large onyx massives are curved and bend around her like one of the most elaborate cloaks Alvina would have seen. “Alvina The Silver! Merry meet to you, beautiful,” she was easily able to speak directly to the fellow bard using her magic in throwing her voice without having to shout over the roar of the crashing Waterfall. Her compliment genuine and platonic in its sultry alto timbre and Alvinas name sounding of the sweetest candy spoken on a gilded tongue. “Fancy running into you here,” the warmth in the Avians dimple inducing smile could nearly be felt and it would seem it's a smile only for the one it is shining upon. Her question came across in such a gentle tone to inquire about their last discussion, “how are things with you?”
Alvina blushed, though she's not sure why. Probably surprise as she waves back to Brennia and laughs, the sound lost without the backing of her own bardic magic.Brennia's greeting always made her happy, the way she said 'merry meet' as it inspired her own merriment. The compliment was likely the culprit for her blushing, if she thought long and hard about it. "Lady Smyth!" She called, as the avian brought with her the smell of old books and rain, a hint of hot chocolate threaded in somewhere. So relaxing...if not for the thunderous water nearby. When Brennia mentions them running into each other, Alvina thinks it best to explain why she's here and holds up her wrist to show the woman her chiming bracelet. "I'm here to see if I can get this thing to work... Odd device. It responds to this but not my own voice. It's a little insulting," She laughs, as if this was some indication of her own bardic meter. In regards to how things were...The Silver Bard's disposition had improved since last they met though there's no visible cause for it. "I'm well, how about you? You're positively glowing still." She smiles, tucking back a thread of her crimson hair as it frizzed in the moist air.
Brennia holds up her own wrist in tandem with Alvina, “we match.” A soft and short chuckle given at the coincidence. A shrug given at the implication the device’s insult, “so be it. My chords can't please all.” But they probably can she's just modest. For a moment Brennia holds the bracelet up to hear ear as she listens to its response to the bass of the roaring Waterfall. “Hmm…” was all that was given from her. Brennia, white political as of late, kind of always has to be cheerful and glowing for her student’s sake. It was a bit easier to relax since she locked her darker side away, “why thank you, Alvina,” her name said in such a pleasant way was it glides over the Bard’s gilded tongue and her subtle Veretian accent. Brennia's own hair was tied up into a high ponytail which only further accents her pointed ears and bird like features. She lowers her wrist as she feels the bracelet just needs a moment in the natural loudness of things while she asks Alvina, “what did you ever do about your violin? The matching drum had been giving me nightmares…” she felt odd admitting that some object was affecting her so.
Alvina hesitates when Brennia asks her about the Violin. "I've been torn between...playing it and trying to forget it." She admits without much provocation. "I tried the Violin with the bracelet but...no response." Somewhere, near the waterfall's pooling water, a bird calls out a high pitched tune and their bracelets vibrate to life with a matched pitch. It's so quick, they might have missed it if they weren't paying attention to the vibrations. Alvina in fact does miss it, because she's focusing her attention on speaking to Brennia over the roar of the falls, her own hair loose and frizzed with moist environment. "Did you put the drum away or have you been playing?" Alvina had told anyone yet but she also had the nightmares. Well, some days they were nightmares. Other days? They were blissful dreams that turned into nightmares, as if the violin was punishing her for not seeking out her destiny. Alvina's bright eyes lock on Brennia's. It's like they both know, without saying a word, that they are bound in something bigger than them both. Or at least, bigger than Alvina. She'd prefer to stay on the back burner of trouble if it's all the same to the world.
Brennia’s great hearing from elongated pierced ears does pick up on the sound and impulsively she takes Alvinas hand to follow the sound of tweeting. She talks while minding the pacing of her long legs for Alvina to easily follow, “I keep it locked away, but sometimes I find it lying out where it doesn't belong. I have to pick it up to put it away and I can't help the feeling that comes over me when I hold it as if it were calling to me to play it.” They came to an opening where the bird landed on the tree and she stops to look at their bracelets reaction to the notes. “Do you hear it?” Brennia does meet her knowing work, but with that contagious and confident smile because she has this gut feeling that they will grow stronger, wiser for it. She also seemed to forget they were holding hands in allowing their touch linger.
Alvina is surprised when Brennia takes her hand to lead her towards the bird she can't hear. Her human ears have limits, even as a bard and all sound that isn't magical falls on nearly deaf ears thanks to this waterfall. She does hear what Brennia says about the drum though, she kept it locked away and still randomly finds it out? The opening appears before Alvina gets a chance to reply, the bird puffs itself up on the branch and cleans itself with the mist coming off the falls. It reaches them even here. Their bracelets stop reacting, but Alvina is able to catch the dying notes of the chiming before they fall silent again. Her pupils dilate, reflecting Brennia's gaze with her own. "I did!" She says, excitement thick in her throat. So excited, she too forgot they were holding hands. "Let's see if we can get the bird to sing again?" Alvina tries a few vocal notes but the bird takes no heed, even flitters away a branch or two to preserve a better distance from the pair. "Brennia? Maybe you should try?"
Brennia's turn to try and large blue eyes rest on the bird while those massive onyx wings preen for the bird’s attention. The bird looks her way and sort of tilts its head as if recognizing something akin to its own kind. She hums an alluring melody at a frequency only the bird can pick up and it jumps down to a lower branch while Alvina and Brennia hand in hand made their way closer to the tree. The free hand of Brennia reaches up for the bird to perch itself on a finger while it looks up into those liberty blue eyes and blinks a few times, but once the melody stops it protests by singing a few notes at the ladies. Their bracelets react as the bird was shifting up and down Brennia's finger in it’s attempt to now get Brennia to sing once more. Her warm dimple inducing smile spreads across her face as she meets Alvina’s gaze. “Imagine that,” she listens to the bracelet react to the bird for a moment as she's unsure what to do now.
Alvina's emerald eyes go wide with understanding when the bird sings. She couldn't hear what Brennia was doing, but her posture told the bard that her Avian companion was doing something to encourage the bird to reply. The engineer looks at their bracelets, expecting they might do something amazing on contact with the notes but the most amazing thing they did was match the bird's tune and reply in kind to something that wasn't out of tune at all. She laughed, which startled the bird a bit. Her free hand flies to cover her mouth and she looks at Brennia, mirroring the Avian's thoughts. "What do we do now? We should tell Ranok!" She chirped excitedly. "or try other birds?" She suggested, still holding tight to Brennia's hand. "What do you think??"
Brennia, “yes. Let’s do this.” She fell quiet for a moment and the bird fluttered away, “the road to Rynvale can be long. I must get some things in order before I leave as I am sure you do too. We need to get food and supplies together, maybe I’ll even bring my drum.” There was evident excitement in the Avian’s voice now, “do you have anything against flying?” Brennia was now looking Alvina up and down a bit as if measuring her for flight and thinking how far she can make it with such a slim lass. “If not I can hire a carriage.”
Alvina didn't have anything against flying. She preferred it most of the time, unless she had a good companion for walking long, winding roads. "I'm not against it?" She offers, though she's not exactly slim. Having children makes you a little thicker where she'd formally been lithe. She didn't look bad but she does what most women do; find little invisible flaws to fight against. "Whichever you prefer, I'm fine with whatever. I also packed quite a bit of food because I wasn't sure what I'd be looking for. I'll go back with you to the college, if you don't mind?" Frostmaw was so close, she could swing by to grab her violin and make it to the college before dark.
Brennia’s expression seemed genuinely excited now, “let us go and prepare, then. We will come up with a game plan tonight and take flight first thing in the morning.” She does a quick calculation in her mind, “from Xalious to Cenril will take till nightfall and then we will take the boat to Rynvale, so I think at most we will be gone for six days time?” Her calculations account for rest stops and such, “our first road trip and I am sure we will encounter plenty of birds on our way.” That stone-heart-melting smile beams down on Alvina while poling adorable dimples in caramel cheeks and revealing perfect pearly whites. “Let’s go get your things and then we will take the short flight to the college. We will feast and talk of our plans and then rest.”