RP:Waltzing Around
This is a Bard's Guild RP.
Summary: Brennia reconnects with an old friend and they dance, they relax all the while coming up with a fantastic idea for a show.
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 any 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 glass bridge in order to reach it. 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 encircle mini glowing stones to mimic the night sky, but beauty is not what the ceiling is for; 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 walls are shelves, carved into small squares. Each square hold 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. In the corner of this kitchen 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 strewn 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, which houses a staircase to take you up, with an outreaching design in onyx stone overlay which seemingly inking over into the pristine luxury you’ve found yourself in. It's as if the area 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.
Raphaline has been making her rounds, making sure to visit her friends wherever they might be hiding. This evening is Brennia's turn, so the bard takes her time getting out to the western region before heading up into the city floating in the sky. Simple twists and turns before she finds herself outside the castle and gives the door a small little knock.
Brennia was home alone for the moment as her vampire was out on official business and this allowed her some time to stretch her powers fully on the concert grand piano. Her nimble fingers were dancing away upon the keys and she was so focused on connecting emotion to the serene tune that she didn't hear the door, but luckily Zachael was near and opened the large door with a warm smile for Raphaline in welcoming her inside the bard heaven. Once he welcomed the beautiful woman in he would disappear into the kitchen to create some hors d'oeuvres, but not before a stop to the wine cellar to fetch some wine if they got parched. The piano in the center under the cathedral ceilings carry every note beautifully and clearly before her playing paused to settle those deep blues on Raphaline with a brilliant heart melting smile. "Welcome back," Her silky alto voice addressed Raphaline in an almost sultry undertone.
Raphaline remembers the place quite well. As she walks in, her emerald take a quick flicker around before centering on the woman playing in the middle of the room. She stands and waits, enjoying the choice of song. When the music ends, the bard feels a hint of sadness before brightening back up again. “Hello to you too.” She answers in her lilting, musical voice. “I thought it only appropriate to pay a visit since I am back in town for a bit.” She makes her way over the piano, casually leaning her hip against the grand instrument. “Glad to see you still have this and are keeping it in good shape.” She reaches over and runs her hand over the beautifully glazed wood. Her attention moves to Zachael as she catches the sound of his approach and the sight of glasses and some sort of bottle of alcohol. Offering a grin before she pushes off the instrument and goes over to relieve the man of the glasses and bottle before coming back over to Brennia. “What have you been keeping busy with?” The bard inquires while she pops the cork and pours the red liquor into each glass, offering the first to Brennia.
Brennia bowed her head slightly, "Well, thank you for thinking on me." She would offer a playful wink before shamelessly watching all the movements of the fellow bard in allowing her grin to soften to a slight smirk. "Would you like to play?" She would ask once the wine glass was offered as her perfectly rigid posture relaxes a bit before she stands her six foot two self up and to the side in an offering motion to the leather cushion of the piano bench. Upon such a close proximity Raphaline might experience her favorite scent coming from the Avian and her massive black wings which are tucked close to her curvaceous figure. She sips slow and long from her goblet before answering her, "Well… I found out a bit more about my late family that I probably shouldn't have." Those oceanic blues offer a quick roll while her lips caressed the wine off her own upper lip - obviously an unpleasant subject. She captures her smile back while pushing the thought from her mind, "How about you?"
Raphaline can never turn down an offer to play, so when the piano is freed up for her to sit, she does just that. She slips passed, catching a familiar scent, shakes her head and seats herself on the leather bench. Her gaze turns to the piano as her fingers caress the black and white keys. Her attention is still on Brennia as she nods where need be. At the question about herself, she perks up, turning her emerald eyes towards the avian once more. “Traveling for the most part. Seeing different lands, getting into things.” A soft chuckle escapes her lips. “Seeing people I haven’t visited in quite some time.” She gestures to the room before reaching for her own glass and sips on the sweet liquor. “Now,” she says as she turns back to the piano, “what kind of song would you like me to play?”
Brennia leans herself into the curve of the piano and caressing the top of it just has Raphaline did and a nod, "Schezerade has got to be one of the more elaborate places… You should really check out the hot spring next door." Her suggestion was merely friendly for once and the question hit her about what to play. A pointed black pointer nail pushes her own plump bottom lip in thought while those large blue iris' dance about the walls which harbor any sheet music one could think of. Her smile turned sweet and poked dimples in her cheeks as she came forth with her answer, "How about something from the heart?" She takes another slow sip from the goblet while tucking some of her own silky black hair behind an elongated pointed ear.
Raphaline made mental note of that hot springs but looks up, brow crooked in interest. “Something from the heart, huh?” Turning to face the piano and the keys before her, the bard smiles just a hint. “I know just the piece.” Slowly, she touches her fingers to the key and plays a few notes. The song comes out slow, as just beginning to spring to life. As her fingers move even more so over the keys, the song takes off, this time as if something in flight, dancing over the winds. The bard sways and moves with the music as she finds herself more and more drawn into the song, letting it flow through her body. The song comes to a resounding high before tumbling down and down, slowing to the single notes from before. She allows for the silence to settle for a few moments before looking up at the avian, “Something like that?”
Brennia had closed her eyes and allowed the song to fill her while it painted a picture in her mind's eye, causing a grin to spread on her supple lips. Zachael had come in the room with some decadent mouth watering hors d'oeuvres, he was stopped after gently placing the tray on the coffee table where the sitting area was. Once the song came to an end Brennia was nearly moved to tears, placing her goblet down so she can offer a gentle clap. Zachael also claps, distracting Brennia's attention to the other Avian with a smile before they exchange words in their native tongue (French sounding.) Every word nearly dripping with sexuality, but that was just the romance of the language, "Zachael says your playing was very lovely and how he would love to hear us play in the grand Amphitheatre in town." Her smile turns sweet again, "And I agree, very lovely." She saunters over to the sitting area with her goblet in one hand and hors d'oeuvre in the other not before praising Zachael on the treat.
Raphaline takes up her own glass of wine and rises from her seat to join the woman in the sitting area. “Well,” she says turning to Zachael, “I am glad you liked it. I’m always happy to play for an audience.” She finishes her words with a light smile before turning back to Brennia and taking the seat beside her. “That was just a little something I came up with on the spot, nothing too serious or well practiced.” She shrugs before taking a few more sips of her wine. “What kind of music did you have in mind for such a performance? Would it be all instrumental or would there be singing and dancing as well?” The bard lights up at the thought of a mixture of the different artistic elements. “I would be happy to play on the piano so others could shine with their singing or dancing. I’ve done it so much, it’s nice to see others enjoying the same pleasure when performing.”
Brennia relaxed on the plushy cushions of the love seat they chose to sit in, draping each wing to her sides looking like the softest of throw blankets. Their closeness was welcomed and her smile returned with all of the questions, "I attempt to focus a bit more on love songs lately… My music got pretty dark there for a while, causing any listener dread, heartache and pain." She takes a long sip of the dark liquid in emptying her glass, leaning across Raphaline to refill her own glass and top of the bard's as well. When she settles back once more to continue. "I usually sing with the piano as my accompaniment." Her gaze travels about Raphaline, "Dancing is nice, too." She chuckles softly and shortly, "I would imagine playing with such company would be pleasurable." Brennia crossed one leather legging clad leg over the other towards Raphaline while her elbow rests against the top of the seat they were in causing herself to be facing the woman more, "Feel free to return whenever you see fit if you would like to play."
Raphaline continues to sip on her glass as she mulls over a few ideas for such a show. “I’d be happy to play while you sang. I do know quite a few love songs, I mean, what traveling bard doesn’t know a few good, epic ones, hm?” She chuckles, setting her glass aside for a moment as she centers her attention and her emerald gaze on the avian, “What kind of dances do you know? Waltz? More vigorous ones? OR more of a free-flowing style?” The bard shifts in her seat, taking note of her own brown traveling leathers and cotton tunic. “Goodness, I don’t think I’ve been to anything where I’ve had to show off learned dances. Honestly, I cannot remember the last time I waltzed.” A deep sigh echoes from her, “I guess I have been doing too much traveling.”
Brennia quirked a dark brow at Raphaline, "Us bards. Such romantics. So much love to give." She set her glass down as well connecting her deep blues when Raphaline gazes upon her, "I've been trained well in just about any dance back home when I was being groomed to be a Countess." A subtle sigh escapes those supple lips, not of longing, more of a sigh of relief. "The dances I choose depends on the music… The person and the atmosphere." Brennia stands once more and turns to Raphaline, "All work and no play you say? Too much traveling, indeed! I have an entire wing of rooms for whenever you wish to rest your head." She hands down a key in the shape of a musical note, "Only those with a key can enter that doorway," She motions to the dark Onyx stone door. "Now, may I have this dance?" Brennia would bow down deeply while offering a caramel complexioned hand to Raphaline, her massive wings arched outward in the gaping music room - somehow making the space seem a little smaller. If the woman took the offer Brennia would softly hum a waltzing tune and start the spinning steps out to the ballroomesque music room. Furthermore, if the fellow bard allowed the magic to penetrate her mind she would find her imagination spring to life; both of them dawning extravagant gowns, hair done up to the nines in a room full of likely draped spectators.
Raphaline nods, she could agree with that. "Love and adventure. That's why the traveling bug has never left me; too many adventures to go on." In what world would Raph ever turn down a dance--none! So she takes up the offered hand and lets herself get swept up into a slow waltz, feeling her feet respond with graceful accuracy. She allowed for a moment for the magic to give her those visions, and it was beautiful to see but she knew it wasn't real and the bard could never linger too long in the unreal. So she shakes her head, clearing her head before settling emerald gaze on Brennia once more. "I appreciate the offer. I may stay when I am out here in the area. At some point though, you will have to come visit the Bard's lodge. I know its a popular place in Xalious for bard's to rest their heads and play, but its also my home too."
Brennia had taken her by the waist and the other hand in hand while those glorious wings seem to fold and span in tandem with Brennia's leading footsteps. Candlelight playing off of those hypotonic massives in deep forest greens and even deeper blues. She seemed to chuckle low and short at the same time as the humming seeing as she is able to access both vocal chords, even simple humans have them, it's just finding the talent to use them properly. Her humming would come to a gentle stop while the hand that was on Raphaline's waist trailed its way to the side of her face in order to caress a lock of hair out of the woman's stunning features. "You are an elegant dancer... And I am not sure if you remember, but you were the one who let me realize this gift of music I have," Brennia would offer at the stop of the dance allowing their closeness to linger just for a moment. Brennia was sure to have made plenty of moves as she attempted no effort to hide her attraction for the woman. In her defense she could never really shake their only night spent together from her mind whenever she was reminded of the bard.
Raphaline cannot help but enjoy the bit of attention, maybe because it has been quite a long time since she has allowed herself to enjoy it. "Thank you. I better be a good dancer, otherwise I'd be a rather sad example of a bard." A small, silver belled chuckle escapes her. "I do remember, but I had not been aware of the grand affect I had had on you. I am glad that I helped you realize your gift, its a shame to see a bard not practicing." It dawns on the bard how close they are, but she makes no indication whether she will pull away or move in closer.
Brennia smiled that brilliant smile able to melt stone hearts down at Raphaline while that free hand caressed its way to rest on the woman's shoulder. "I thank you..." Her wings encircle them, not in a trapping manner, but more of a soft embrace, "Raphaline." The name was said with such a fiery taboo, but a lullaby at the same time. She pretends to just now realize they were still holding hands post dance and offers a slight smirk and a half step closer, "Oh... Apologies..." The apology might be believable if she wasn't smirking and if her voice wasn't so seductive and possibly if there were much of any space left between them. In the back of her mind she couldn't believe how hard Raphaline is making her work, but at the same time the chase is exciting. She finally and gently released the bards hand while she added at such a closeness, "It wasn't all you had helped me realize, and I am sure there are quite a few women that would thank you for that, too." A dark brow quirks up with her tone, thick in suggestion.
Raphaline is quite flattered and now very curious. "Is there? I did not know I had such a reputation." A red brow raised before she chuckles, taking the initiative to step forward, calloused hand taking a hold of one of those raven-colored strands. "I like people for who they are, my attraction is purely based on how they make me feel. This whole nonsense about gender and such is, silly--to me at least." Another silver-belled chuckle as she releases those strands and peers up at the other woman from below long lashes. "I'm assuming my charm has," she pauses, "conquered isn't the right word, but changed a few minds about men being the only special gender?" That thought creates a rather devious grin on her lips, she probably knew a few men it bothered that she could charm a woman just as well as them. "Might I inquire into who else may have spoken my name in such a delicious manner?" She presses a bit closer, even as she knows she looks a bit travel worn and leather clad; not the sexiest appearance in the least.
Brennia felt her heart thump a bit faster with the excitement, "I agree, I love more of the soul than the outer appearance of all of my pets." She took another advance in resting both of her arms on Raphaline's shoulders, surely in turn pushing those perky chest bumps in the bards face a bit. "Oh... I never kiss and tell." Her silky tone was quiet. "Conquered was the right term. It can be such a challenge trying to seduce a lady." Her gaze slowly dances about Raphaline's facial features. "What I meant was, you expanded my mind to fancying a woman... And since then I've wanted more, so I've 'conquered' some women in your absence." Those plump lips hang on certain words like sticky honey and surely their face were probably a touch away from the other while Brennia's fingers lightly caress through the woman's tendrils like a harp.
Raphaline raises a brow, "Pets?" She questions, her mouth forming a bit of smirk. "I don't know if I could be called a pet, love." She leans in close enough that her lips almost graze against the avian's own. "Too free spirited to ever be considered a pet to anyone." She knows that as she whispers her words, her lips will continue to light brush the other woman's. "Seduction is easy, lovely, it is getting them to fall in love with you that is difficult." Chuckling, she takes a step back, putting just a hint of space between them. "So which is it you want, the body or the soul?"
Brennia didn't dare move in such closeness, knowing the lip tease very well. Oh how well it works, too. When the bard moved away from her the suggestive expression never changing and those beautiful wings folding against her own plushy body, "You misunderstand. You'll never be my pet." One of her hands reach out to caress the back of it down Raphaline's cheek, "I adore you far too much for that." It seems all this time Brennia kept Raphaline on some sort of pedestal in her mind. Her hand dropped to offer it palm side up. "Lets relax that tired traveling soul." She winks as she nodded towards the entrance of her home, "Hot springs? Oh, and body or soul, as anything from you will be gladly welcomed. You can have whatever you want." Her smile shown once more dimples poking in her own cheeks.
Raphaline could and would not say no to a visit to the hot springs. Her face lights up quite a bit at the thought of soaking in the hot waters that she has to calm herself before she tries to grab Brennia and dart off. "Well, I am glad of that. I get a bit...antsy when the idea of pet or possession gets brought up." She casually shrugs. "Guess I've spent so much of my life being free that anything else seems too grim for me." She does offer a hand to the other woman as she says, "But, let's not dwell on such sad thoughts. Instead I would love you so very much if you could show me to those springs. I know my muscles would be greatly appreciative of a soak and a break." With her free hand she reaches up to capture a fiery curl, "And my hair could do for a feminine touch up for sure as well."
The Hot Springs
Stepping through the carven archway you are greeted by a seemingly natural spring of elaborate manufacturing. Hand carved rock and stone line the pool in a semi-circle, the polished rocks looking as if to be placed there naturally by the hand of a higher being. Upon closer inspection one would find the quality of stone to be much more impressive than previous glances allowed. Ornately carved into the stone are phrases and images of unknown identity. Most likely being connected to Schezerade, or perhaps an even earlier realm of Avian origin. Aside from the intricate stone is the main piece of the area, the hot spring. A delicate mist of greyish tint floats lazily atop the crystal pool below. The water producing a low, humming buzz indicating its relaxing heat and invite patrons in for a relaxing dip. Various linens and robes rest across a wooden rack to welcome the damp patrons into fresh, clean clothing. As you turn to leave it becomes clear that such a lavish spring is fitting for such a fine city.
Brennia nods thoughtfully, "Completely understandable. The term 'pet' is used loosely for me and my closest friends that do more than 'friend' activities. I hold no say over them what-so-ever, I just love to take care of them… I have Zachael feed them, every room of theirs is accommodated with full baths fit for their race and genders." She sounds like a doting caregiver until she adds the last part a bit more darkly and seductively, "Plenty of attention and.. Petting." While her explanation was played out they were making their way out the castle, over the glass bridge, east through the gardens then north into the lavish magical hot springs. Aromas relaxing Brennia instantly, "All the while they owe me nothing… But, you, while I play or sing I feel your soul as a free one and I love that about you. So, I wouldn't dare label whatever this is." She said nonchalantly while releasing Raphaline's hand once more so Brennia may peel her ample arse from her leather leggings, next goes the wrapped blue blouse to reveal she shamelessly wore nothing underneath. She starts to lower her tall self into the hot waters with a pleasured sigh before lifting her deep blues in wait for the fellow bard.
Raphaline nods along but her gaze is outward, taking in the details of the path they are taking; the traveler in her always mapping things out. "I appreciate the attention, the care but, I tend to baulk. Maybe because I kind of like being able to take care of myself." And it has been a few hundred years of it. "I am happy to be the spring wind that blows in on occasion for you, I mean, I'm pretty sure that is how I look to most everyone else in my life." For a second her appearance takes a second of sadness before she shakes it off and warms herself with better thoughts. When her hand is freed up and the warmth of the springs begins to make her leather wares a bit uncomfortable, she quickly removes and tosses them aside. Her own body bears a few scars, one in particular that mottles the skin above her heart. Another scar line her side where a dagger looks like it might have pierced skin and marred the tattoo that had been etched on the skin there. When she turns her back to the avian, a fiery tattoo swims up her back. After her clothes are carefully folded and tucked out of the way, she makes her way over to the warm water and steps in. An involuntary moan of delight escapes her lips as the warm water and subtle scents begin to caress the strain and tenseness from her muscles. "This is exactly what I needed."
Brennia's gaze takes in all of Raphaline's assets and scars with appreciation for it all as she as scars herself. She even used to have a large intricate tattoo covering her from head to toe; it's anything more than a faded whisper anymore upon her caramel skin, but that's not something she likes to bring up as of late. Vampire bites, lycan mauling and something larger seemed to sink their teeth into her right shoulder could be noticed more in the lighting of this pool; she's either a great fighter or even better lover. After allowing a moment of quiet Brennia would shift herself through the water behind Raphaline in attempts to relax her further, running her fingers up through her hair and begin an effleurage movement on the woman's scalp.
Raphaline doesn't resist the added attention, given her body is already loosening up and giving in to the touch. Another sigh, softer this time echoes from her lips as she leans back, resting her body against the other woman's. "I forgot how good it felt to just relax and just take care of my body." She shifts just enough, feeling her shoulder begin to twitch just a bit as the ache rises to the surface and then flows out. Raph reaches for her right shoulder and slowly flexes it, allowing the muscle to ache and then finally loosen up. "Daermon is going to be jealous, you know." The bard chuckles a bit to herself as she adds, "I believe he has a bit of a crush on me."
Brennia had lowered her movements to Raphaline's shoulders, attempting to help with the kink in the woman's shoulder. "Or let others," she would softly add at the end of the other's sentence while gently moving the woman's hair to one side. A wide grin and possibly a blush at the mention of her love, "But of course he has a crush on you, Raphaline... Who wouldn't?" The question came close to the woman's ear with a seductive whisper. Of course Brennia made no mention of Daermon as of yet, but they are open on their relationship and she's secure in their unique connection, so much so that they have shared lovers in the past, even at the same time. A soft chuckle came as Brennia planted a supple kiss on the woman's shoulder, "He's not the jealous type. Nor am I." Again she said with the most nonchalant way of speaking and attempting another kiss a bit closer to the woman's neck, slower and lingering.
Raphaline feels another sigh slip out of her throat as she leans a bit more into Brennia. "He mentioned as much to me as well." She pulls away just enough to turn, slide her fingers into the other woman's hair and pulls her in for a deep kiss. For a moment, Raphaline allows her head to swim with the heat of the water and the closeness of the other woman before pulling back. Her hand does not leave Brennia's face as she looks up at the woman. "I want to but, not right now. I've got some things I need to deal with, until then, its kind of hard to just let myself go." She pulls back a bit more, dropping her hand from Brennia's face.
Brennia was also not surprised he talks of their relationship and her own head swims in their kiss, pressing into it as well while replying in kind with her hand running up through Raphaline's hair. The longed for closeness and moment was broken causing her to bite down on her own lower lip emitting the want. An vague explanation was given just as the woman stepped back further Brennia would match it only enough so she could gently hold the hand that just left her own face, "Raphaline… I expect nothing from you, I just admire you and wish to pamper you. As a friend or more, I don't really care. You owe me no explanations… And as I said, you can have whatever you want." Her deep blues would attempt to connect to Raphaline's emerald gaze in this honest moment before gently releasing her hand in the water and shifting next to her, keeping in mind the distance Raphaline just forced between them. Taking a seat upon the rock just low enough for the water line to hint at her bosom, still smirking, still full of confidence, "Besides, I've waited this long for you. I've acquired a great capacity for patience. I don’t mind it."
Raphaline offers an apologetic smile, she knew she was being a bit on the difficult side. "I am happy for your company and compassion, it is something I have lacked quite a bit in my recent days." She raises her emerald eyes to meet the other woman's, "If you can be patient, it is only a matter of time before I settle my heart once more." She leaves it at that, mainly because it is a sore subject with the woman. Goodness, how ever did she allow someone to get so entrenched into her heart that it affected her flirtatious interactions with others. Shaking her head, she tries to rid herself of those thoughts with a bit of laughter. "And I greatly appreciate the understanding. There are not many people who aren't quick to try and push and convince you of something." That drew up another memory, one of which she smirks and shakes off. She leans back, bracing herself against the side of the pool.
Brennia dipped her silky ink like hair into the waters and started to smooth it over to the side, the words Raphaline was saying causing a scowl to come over her plump lips which still felt afire from their kiss. She allowed another quiet moment attempting to subdue her temper, bury it deep for it wasn't Raphaline she was getting upset with, it was what she was saying about other people. Possibly she's mistaken her, but Brennia found her calm in the waters, fluttering her eyes closed and resting her head back a bit, "No means no, Raphaline. I would have to be a sick person to continue on pressing the issue. Don't ever let anyone shake your resolve…" She added a bit quieter, and darker, but not in the usual seduction her voice offered; there was something dark about Brennia she doesn't openly share, "Let me catch wind of someone making you do things you don't want to." Yes, Brennia is usually a lover, but not all of her scars are from the act and her power is hidden, but strong, stronger than even most avians.
Raphaline had forgotten for a bit what it felt like to hear someone be protective towards her, so it took her a bit by surprise. "No worries, it was a long time ago. He is long gone from these lands and merely a reminder for me to never let someone tell me how to love." He, among a few other men had taught her about how to be wary of those around you and their intentions. "But enough of such dark topics, they ruin such a pleasant activity such as relaxing. Instead," she says as she sits up, "how about we turn our attention towards the topic of music. What kind of love song would you like me to play in accompaniment to your singing?" She had a mix of them from sweet to the epic tales of old. "I am always fond of a bit of a show. Epic love songs are the kind that gets a crowd stirred up."
Brennia sighs softly twisted up in a subtle moan as she relaxed once more against the wall of the pool. When the woman changes the subject to music Brennia stands and curls her wings around her one before the other, each time grooming them and smoothing the feathers down. She offers a half smirk to the bard when she looks back at her, focusing on her face, "How about something up-beat, something uplifting to the soul. Where in a dark place someone came along and gave the other a reason to live again." Her gaze had wondered back to her wings with a wider grin thinking on her love. "Shall we perform just one ballad?" She rings out her long hair and crossed her way in front of the woman to near the entrance, the water line surely coming to Brennia's thighs, exposing all of her assets, the best one behind her and sauntering away from Raphaline. She sits herself atop the lip now, only letting her feet dangle in the water and her elbows resting herself back to she may air dry a bit.
Raphaline taps a finger against her lips in thought, would one be good enough? "How about three, with three distinct tones and stories. It would give them plenty to pick from and enjoy, no?" She liked the idea of an uplifting one, maybe it would rile up her own spirit and get her to step out of her own darkness finally. "Did you have a particular story in mind, or shall we just wing it as we sit fit?" This in mention to the first idea they had come up with. "I know a few stories about a maiden saving a warrior from his darkness. I mean, its a favorite for many of the ladies." She never really understood the draw of a woman pulling a dark, brooding soul from his depression, but what ever sparks the audience is always good for a bard.
Brennia chuckled softly, "I was thinking three. Something somber and serene to start... Then the epic love song... I'm thinking warrior and their savior, but the woman the warrior. Not your average damsel in distress." She stands herself up to wrap a soft towel around her and have a seat on a bench. "Then maybe it could end on a dramatic song.... All three tales connected somehow kind of like a musical only much smaller, a mini-musical if you will." Brennia was a fast thinker, "We could somehow transport the piano to the amphitheater and your weapon of choice of course." She started to braid her own hair off to one side, her nimble fingers nearly dancing about her silky tendrils, "And possibly take turns at the dancing and singing and playing?"
Raphaline is becoming quite ecstatic at the prospect of this performance, it had been too long since a formal one. "I love all of it, yes!" The bard claps her hands in agreement before she moves to get out of the pool and reach for her own towel. "Which song would you like to do what as?" She asks, tucking her towel in around her body as she moves to stand before Brennia. "I'm not particular with the choices, I'm pretty good at coming up with things on the fly."
Brennia looked up at Raphaline from her seated position and she couldn't help but smirk with adoration at the woman's excitement. She takes her own towel from around her body, exposing all of herself, but I mean - she's a woman, too… She's seen this before. Her braid nestled itself between her plushy bosom while she was trying to dab the moisture from her onyx shaded wings while she replies, "I am comfortable with anything." She couldn't help but giggle a little bit, a rare sound for her, kind of sounding sweet, innocent and out of place. "Yeah, lets wing it… And come up with things on the fly," She almost wondered if the puns were intentional as she dipped her head in another giggling fit, causing a few pesky black tendrils to frame about her face.
Raphaline always finds pleasure in the laughter of others, especially if she is the reason for it. The other wonderful thing about it is that it's infectious, so the bard cannot help but chuckle a bit as well. "Well, you know what I mean." She says as it dawns on her exactly what she may have insinuated with her choice of words. "Now that that is settled," she says as she leaves Brennia's side for a moment to dig through her satchel, produce a silver comb and the return. "Do you mind?" She asks, holding the comb out to the other woman. "It's a bit difficult to get the tangles out on my own given that there is so much of it." While one hand grasps the front of her towel, she turns and is careful about seating herself in front of the other woman. "I will be forever grateful."
Brennia reveled in their fit of giggles, saving that moment in her mind and she nodded for she did know what she meant. She slyly glanced at Raphaline's derrière when she had walked from her in the time it took her to dry off her other wing. Her deep blues eye the comb and then Raphaline's thick hair with a smile until that smile is wiped from her, turning into an expression of lust. A sultry glare while one of her own plump lips gets caught between perfect pearly whites as if to say 'how dare you tempt me this way, not fair.' The comb in one hand and the other woman goes to seat herself before her and Brennia obliges, spreading her feet far enough for her, silky legs accidentally brushing against the bard while she works. Her fingertips gentle as they work from the bottom of her tendrils to the top, section by section until the deed was done and she tried to be quick as she was sure Raphaline could probably feel the subtle heat radiating from her. Taking a moment to drape her own towel across her lap to act as a barrier she cleared her throat gently so she could lean in close - lips barely touching the woman's ear with a whisper, "Would you like me to braid it for you so you don’t need to worry of tangles for a while?"
Raphaline is extremely grateful for the help, especially given she has never figured out a way to take care of her hair all by herself. At the offer of braiding it back, she nods eagerly. "Please? I mean there is a subtle beauty to freed hair, but sometimes its just a pain in my butt." She gives a playful huff just to emphasize her point. She is careful not to lean too heavily against the legs behind her; it wouldn't be nice to make her companion uncomfortable. "Forgive me for any mass tangles or branches or leaves that might be caught in it. I did just spend some time out in the woods recently." And mountains. Goodness she sounded like an old hermit.
Brennia expertly removed any nature in her hair and fashioned an elegant fishtail braid out of the woman's long hair, securing the end with a knot. Brennia got quiet, very quiet as if she were listening to something as she pushes the silky tendrils of her own behind elongated pointed ears. "I do apologize Raphaline, but I must skip on home now. You can follow if you wish it and play around on my piano or have a meal." She makes no mention of the fact Daermon was beckoning to her through their bond to come home and come greet him in their room. "It was lovely catching up with you again, Raphaline, and if I don't see you later tonight than I wish for soon." She had hung her towel to dry and even left her clothes, boldly walking home without them.