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Date Posted: 12:50:45 06/24/02 Mon
The tent had been set up, the blankets spread and ready for the night, the fire was warm and the meal that had been cooked over it had been good. Pulling out the flute from her pack, she cleaned it before playing a trail run of the scales. Satisfied with the sound, she began to play softly, more for her own enjoyment than anything. She noticed that Valenthe had reclined against a tree, her wings curling around her form. Wyrd had dropped down next to her, and two sets of coppery colored eyes watched, though both did not watch the same thing. Valenthe watched her, while Wyrd watched the surrounding forest, the odd plume on his head seeming to twitch at something only he could sense. One of the reasons she had begun to play was that it ensured that the wild ones would leave them alone for the night, the other was simply to relax. The harp she would only play if one of her companions asked, otherwise she would leave it stowed away till they reached another village.
Closing her eyes, she allowed the music to wreathe around her, even without using her gift it created a moment of tranquility and peace. Now that they had set camp, and were settling in for the night she wondered just why Valenthe had reacted the way she had when Kyuusai had shown up. She had used only a trace of her gift, but Valenthe had calmed almost immediately. She would ask her about it tomorrow, and then she would suggest going and finding a town to get supplies. From the look of Valenthe's clothes she would need the full outfitting that only a goodsized town would be able to offer. But that was for tomorrow, now all she wanted to do was sleep. Cleaning out the flute before stowing it in her pack, she curls up under her blanket and allows herselft to drift towards sleep.
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