Post by Blake Riina Kildal on Oct 26, 2010 10:59:09 GMT -5
A soft melody flowed through the room, weaving its own spell among the room, the invisible, silent observers. It was a magical air, one that seemed to be holding its breath against intruders. The door to the room was propped open slightly, allowing the music to filter into the hallway. It was a fragile spell, the faint notes flowing in the room and outside, beckoning and teasing everyone around with an enticing spell, one that would cease to exist if a foot was set in the room.
The notes were beautiful in and of themselves, flowing from the harp. It was hard to believe that such a small girl could produce something so beautiful when she was here for such a violent, cold blooded crime. This was the one thing that caught everyone off-guard when dealing with her. When provoked, she was extremely violent, outspoken, and cruel but the moment she calmed, she went back to being quiet, shy, and just generally staying away from people and instead hiding around all the music or any place out of the way, appearing and reappearing for classes.
Blake curled herself around the harp, an instrument easily twice her size, and let her fingers just wander up and down the strings, producing the beautiful melody she had learned long ago. It was a peaceful moment for her, one that separated her from the rest of the students and let her have her own moment. She didn’t mind someone else entering the room, so long as they kept to themselves and let her be for the most part. There were a few people she would open her eyes and pay attention to, but the rest of the students ignored her and she was happy with that.
Well, relatively happy. Blake didn’t truly understand the meaning of happiness or love, but she understood contentment and was content with the moment. As her thoughts wandered, the music became progressively sadder, a haunting melody that belonged in a fairytale of a princess abandoned long ago. She was content to let the music flow with her emotions and just go wherever she felt, and the notes followed her mind as she let her fingers flow.
It was a peaceful moment in time, with someone escaping away from reality and promising a quiet, safe haven to someone else seeking solitude.
The notes were beautiful in and of themselves, flowing from the harp. It was hard to believe that such a small girl could produce something so beautiful when she was here for such a violent, cold blooded crime. This was the one thing that caught everyone off-guard when dealing with her. When provoked, she was extremely violent, outspoken, and cruel but the moment she calmed, she went back to being quiet, shy, and just generally staying away from people and instead hiding around all the music or any place out of the way, appearing and reappearing for classes.
Blake curled herself around the harp, an instrument easily twice her size, and let her fingers just wander up and down the strings, producing the beautiful melody she had learned long ago. It was a peaceful moment for her, one that separated her from the rest of the students and let her have her own moment. She didn’t mind someone else entering the room, so long as they kept to themselves and let her be for the most part. There were a few people she would open her eyes and pay attention to, but the rest of the students ignored her and she was happy with that.
Well, relatively happy. Blake didn’t truly understand the meaning of happiness or love, but she understood contentment and was content with the moment. As her thoughts wandered, the music became progressively sadder, a haunting melody that belonged in a fairytale of a princess abandoned long ago. She was content to let the music flow with her emotions and just go wherever she felt, and the notes followed her mind as she let her fingers flow.
It was a peaceful moment in time, with someone escaping away from reality and promising a quiet, safe haven to someone else seeking solitude.
