Post by Kaito on Jun 13, 2010 18:12:34 GMT -8
If there was any place in the whole of Litharia where a Fae could feel at peace, it was the Mound. It was their sanctuary, their cozy place. Here, they could feel safe and protected, and for once they could pretend that the humans were just a bad dream. It was here that Kaito had decided to spend the day, lounging in the very heart of the comfy fortress.
He made a habit out of traveling here every month, just to get a breath of fresh air before moving on. He frequented the human cities and villages, which tended to wear on him after so long in the presence of those who had taken everything from his kind. Still, he couldn't help himself. It was just too fun to watch the humans trip all over themselves due to his charm. Still, every now and then he longed for home, and this was the most comfortable place to be for the muse.
For once he had his paints put away, as he had decided on entering the Mound that he had come here simply to rest. Still, being a muse he couldn't ignore his artistic impulses, and so he sat with his hand made silver flute, a gift from one of his crafter friends. Its design was flawless of course, with a thickly branched tree etched into the little instrument. It was a gorgeous thing, and obviously Fae. He gave a little snort. As if a human could ever even dream of such quality!
With a sigh, he brought the flute to his smooth lips, beginning to play a quiet and happy tune. It reminded him perhaps of a bird in the early morning, the first one you hear after you wake. Then, it began to change into something a bit louder. It still held it's happy tune, but it seemed much more jubilant than blissful. He couldn't help but tap his foot to the rhythm, and found himself dying to pen the notes down.
He made a habit out of traveling here every month, just to get a breath of fresh air before moving on. He frequented the human cities and villages, which tended to wear on him after so long in the presence of those who had taken everything from his kind. Still, he couldn't help himself. It was just too fun to watch the humans trip all over themselves due to his charm. Still, every now and then he longed for home, and this was the most comfortable place to be for the muse.
For once he had his paints put away, as he had decided on entering the Mound that he had come here simply to rest. Still, being a muse he couldn't ignore his artistic impulses, and so he sat with his hand made silver flute, a gift from one of his crafter friends. Its design was flawless of course, with a thickly branched tree etched into the little instrument. It was a gorgeous thing, and obviously Fae. He gave a little snort. As if a human could ever even dream of such quality!
With a sigh, he brought the flute to his smooth lips, beginning to play a quiet and happy tune. It reminded him perhaps of a bird in the early morning, the first one you hear after you wake. Then, it began to change into something a bit louder. It still held it's happy tune, but it seemed much more jubilant than blissful. He couldn't help but tap his foot to the rhythm, and found himself dying to pen the notes down.
