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Date Posted: 21:29:07 06/10/02 Mon
Author: Rhowe'non
Subject: Rádia, why don't you reply from now on in this threadin this thread (yes, I read your reply) so we can all have a conversation at once...
In reply to: Rhaki and Kendra 's message, "(repost, ignore the post '.....')" on 18:35:06 06/10/02 Mon



[ooc]
This post starts off before anyone was here besides Jallya, Terrun, Shak, Niira, and herself, in response to a post made by Jallya, Terrun, Cariad, and llyymynydd (and the Plenyts, of course). And yes, I did write the song, although it sounds better than it looks on paper.

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Rhowe’non smiled back by way of response, deciding further words were unnecessary, before turning her full attention back to the silver-gray angel resting her head in the young woman’s lap. As the strange, bubbling feline chuckle emerged from the throat of the young Fach, Rhowen responded with one of her own. It was not at all difficult to guess what amused the youngster, for the sight of the magnificent, regal Cariad engulfing the pair of rabbits with no preoccupation whatsoever about manners would be enough to make anyone amused. Not in an offending manner, of course, but more akin to the emotion felt when one discovered that one’s ruling prince enjoyed acrobatics. ‘Twas surprising, but nice to see, because it showed one another side of a person, even had you thought you knew them well.

She continued her gentle caresses, moving to the place where the neck joined the shoulders with one hand, while remaining at the head with the other. The former worked at the slightly knotted muscles, tensed from moving so abruptly from rambunctious play into rest, whilst the other moved momentarily behind the ears, then back to the corners of the jaw. Her eyes alit with inner joy at the sound of the purr, feeling the soft vibration beneath her fingertips.

As the Fach lifted her head, silently requesting that her throat be scratched and increasing the volume of the purr nearly threefold, the silver-haired Dwi obliged her, supple fingers moving instantly to do so. The skin rippled slightly with the force of the contented rumble, and the piccolo player was amazed at the intensity of it. She had seen alley cats purr before, surely, and pumas with their young, but never a Wytti, although she had, of course, not much experience with the creatures. It was a rather enthralling experience, to say the least.

"If you decide you want to play later, just let me know, alright?" She said quietly, not at all in doubt of the fact that the golden-eyed Fach would not at all hesitate to do so. Finally, feeling incredibly relaxed, she began to hum under her breath, then to sing quietly. She had been singing most of her life, and although she would never say as much, had a lovely voice, although it was kept to a gentle murmur at the moment. Chances were, no one further away than five feet would be able to catch so much as a shred of the melody, although she had no doubt that the Wytti had hearing excellent enough to hear it all.

"Når himmels porter åpnerå,
Will I ikke følger gjennom,
Orvite I'll Ill finner De der,
Will I lager min måte opp på.
Sant hjertekjemping å å finne den
Sann hjertebare om I visste den
Sann hjertedet eneste ting I behov den
Is å å bruke resten av mine dager her med.
Gudinne bare vet hvor,
Illusionnådet syne
Når all I har kommer å å stole på og elsker den
Has falmet inn i drømer.
Sant hjertekjemping å å finne den
Sann hjertebare om I visste den
Sann hjertedet eneste ting I behov den
Is å å bruke resten av mine dager her med.
Drømer er født av visjoner
Visjoner av sann sikt
Sikt er som vÆrer født av ralitet
Da ralitets verdi kampen.
Sant hjertekjemping å å finne den
Sann hjertebare om I visste den
Sann hjertedet eneste ting I behov den
Is å å bruke resten av mine dager her med.
Så de sierennå hvordan gjør I vet
The ord som de taler er sann?
All er løgnerog løgner er grusom,
Gjemming mitt sant hjerte fra De.
Sant hjertekjemping å å finne den,
Sann hjertebare om I vissteden,
Sann hjertedet eneste ting I behovden,
Is å å bruke resten av mine dager her med.
Sant hjertekjemping å å finne den
Sann hjertebare om I vissteden
Sann hjertedet eneste ting I behovden
Is å å bruke resten av mine dager her med."


The song was in the language of her homeland, and memories washed over her like blue-green, foaming ocean waves upon a shore. Not particularly good memories, mind you, but still... it had been home, her family, and she had left them. With good reason, but neither her heart nor her conscience would allow her to admit that. Yet there were a few good memories as well… Nights spent among the bows of ancient trees, learning the wisdom of the wild. Caring for young sparrows, abandoned in the nest by their irresponsible parents, and watching them take to the air for the first time. Gaining the trust of the deer, feeling one’s quiet breath against her cheek as she knelt upon the moss covered earth, feeling its hardened muscles flexing beneath her soothing hand, quivering with nerves like a young colt. Catching one of the young harness-horses as it tried to escape, and realizing the magnificent, harnessed power within it, it’s spirit struggling to break free of the human bonds which bound it, unwilling to be soothed. With these in mind she continued, quieter still, now in the language of Sicurheit Glen, Eglic.

"When heaven's gates do open, oh,
Will I not follow through,
Or, knowing I'll find you there,
Will I make my way onto...
True heart, struggling to find,
True heart, only if I knew,
True heart, the only thing I want,
Is to spend the rest of my days here with you.
Goddess only knows where,
Illusion, now, it seems,
When all I've come to trust and love,
Has faded into dreams...
True heart, struggling to find,
True heart, only if I knew,
True heart, the only thing I want,
Is to spend the rest of my days here with you.
Dreams are born of visions,
Visions of true sight,
Sight is born of reality,
Then reality's worth the fight...
True heart, struggling to find,
True heart, only if I knew,
True heart, the only thing I want,
Is to spend the rest of my days here with you.
So they say, yet how do I know,
The words they speak are true?
All is lies, and lies are cruel,
Hiding my true heart from you.
True heart, struggling to find,
True heart, only if I knew,
True heart, the only thing I want,
Is to spend the rest of my days here with you.
True heart, struggling to find,
True heart, only if I knew,
True heart, the only thing I want,
Is to spend the rest of my days here with you."


The final, sweet notes trailed off, though still quiet, and Rhowe’non shut her eyes momentarily, although her hands continued to stroke the moonlight hued pelt of the Fach. Indeed, they had never stopped throughout the melody. Suddenly, she heard the sound of something, a fellow Dwi by the laugh, moving swiftly and joyfully towards them. The musician’s eyes flew open, and she began to wonder how much time had passed whilst she sang. There were now several others in the Glen besides herself, Jallya, Terrun, Shak, and Niira – twelve more, to be exact – and one was coming this way. Fighting down the slight surge of panic threatening to emerge, Rhowen tried to remain calm, forcing a slightly nervous smile onto her face. The smile turned into a shy, friendly one as the other woman curtsied before the Fach, then moved to stroke the youngling. In response to her statement, the Dwi replied, "Yes, so it does. My name is Rhowe’non, although most simply call me Rhowen. And you?"

Then yet another woman makes her way over, apparently as uncomfortable around others as she herself was. A knotted rope was procured, apparently in offer of play. Although the future Rian seemed quite content as it was, mayhap she would enjoy some activity at the moment. Either way, Rhowe’non was content to merely enjoy the opportunity to be with the captivating Fach.



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