[PRP] A melodious melancholy (Rhapsody X Cain)

[[ Radical Dreamer ]]

Word count  

[[ Radical Dreamer ]]

It had been an eventful day, full of flying and delight with Flick. However as the sun started to fade, Rhapsody did the same as she and retired for the night at his place of rest. It was a nice little wind tribe home. One that was just on the out skirts of the main wind tribe air-borne island, on it's own little floating rock. A mere pebble, compared to the floating island all feathered Winged b'alam called home...well, most anyways. Perhaps, in time he would move closer to the tribe, and maybe within a school for other musically and story inclined b'alam. (Once it was built.) For now however, Wind Waker enjoyed the solitary time he had to create new music, and items to create it's lovely sound. Like his prized levute. However, there was never going to be another like his beloved, Levute.

Oh how he wished at that moment, Flick was there. Her scent, the sound of her voice, the chirp of her giggle. It was intoxicating. The touch and sense of her spirit. He truly felt incomplete with out her near, however-even if he dare dread to think that perhaps she didn't feel the same bout he. Why, if such a thing was true and came to pass, he would find himself in a privet darkness. A bland existence, one without color and vibrancy.A private hell, it would be like a life without the existence of the Weaver. He found life was just that with out her, it was simply horrible to think-that it could be a reality. Forever a dull existence. Could the Weaver ever be so cruel?

Rhapsody like to think not.

Oh well....

Releasing a sigh, Rhapsody did have one solace, amounts the noise of his thoughts...

Life was good regardless, and maybe one day-he could find someway to express his affection for her in a manner she would clearly understand. And with the blessing of the weaver and with the desire of her heart, he wouldn't be rejected by her.

With hope, and careful thought a soft stringed ballad floated though the air as Rhapsody pulled and pushed rhythmically on the bow of the Levute. His thoughts to worked easily to apply pressure on the neck and strings, causing the instrument to ring out with its own guided voice. The sound, was bright, yet filled with longing.

Sitting on the edge of his single tree and rocky abode, Rhapsody let his eyes fall peacefully closed. His thoughts, moved unseen paws to guided the stringed instrument in its created music. Ever so often the swish of his belled' tail, caused a gentle rattle to chime and touch the sound waves. His tail swished peacefully back and forth, keeping time with each emotional stroke. The Instrument was more then just a tool for music and dance, it was a work of art-just like living and breathing Lavute, Flick.

One day he could hope that she would know his feels for her, but for now he could find rest in the music he could create and teach to others. As his thoughts fade and directed the music he created, he started to wonder where he was to start with the task, his magus had given him as the Conductor of the wind Tribe. How could he accomplish the task? He would need a place to teach, and craft. He need more then just a place to conduct music, but a place where he could teach it as well.

Hmm, it was a great task that was ahead of him. It would be a lot easier if he had some more paws to help....

Flick....

There she was again, no matter how hard he tried-it seemed he could not avoid thinking about Feather step and her light perfect steps.

Though, true enough-he felt that he needed some more help, if not some more direction at very least. The whole tribe was dependent and waiting on him to help create a culture of music. A place of dance, and learning. A workshop of story telling.

A heavy breath left Rhapsody and the lavute burped a brunt sound as the bow of the strings was hit and pulled abruptly from the strings. His yellow tail flicked behind him and the instrument lowered from it's readied state. The Lavute floated in place as if lifted by unseen paws. Careful paws steps took him about his place of rest, his thoughts where uneasy. Ears turned as another heavy breath left the Tahtll. His hind legs and paws took a seat, and his tail carefully curled around his body. Letting his eyes close, he took in a slow breath and released just a slowly. One thing at a time, it was best to not get over burdened with thoughts and things he had no control over at the moment.

Be at Peace...

If only Flick was around and he could watch her dancing, when his music didn't work to calm him-he knew that watching Feather Step would do the trick. But she wasn't there at the moment so....

Rhapsody pulled the Lavute back over to him with his thoughts, carrying it over to him he readied it once more and began to do what he did best. He began to conduct so more music.

As the music he created became louder and more focused. He did his best to keep his thoughts focused on the ring of the Lavute. His tail shifted back in forth. The gentle shift of his tail was made a metronome as it shifted back and forth. Keeping perfect time, with the strokes of the Lavute. At times like these it could make one that perhaps watch, wonder which lead who? Was the Ticking of the tail keeping time with the Instrument or was the strokes of the bow and the chirp of the notes keeping time with the metronome of his tail? Only a true Conductor would know the answer-or perhaps be too lost in the music to give one.
[1006]