Date: 2019-12-26 11:14 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] songbird_slayer
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[The whites of her eyes faded, darkened, and then there was nothing. The violet of her eyes became a pair of burning embers in the black of them.]

A bard has her ways. Ever watched a show-stopping musical number, my dear?

Well, they had to get inspiration somewhere...

[So she began to climb atop the nearest setting, a table proudly displaying many fresh fruit for purchase as well as poinsettias. Madhuri moved her hands apart and into position. The guitar was at first a wisp of smoke, snaking and weaving between her hands before it bloomed into being.

The first chord was mild and soft. The second grew, followed quickly by a third, fourth... until the tiefling lifted her voice in a language not recognized, and almost immediately heads began to turn. Hands stayed where they were, many in mid-reach of their desired prize.

Prizes ripe for the taking for someone else.

But it was almost like the world had frozen in time, prismals and moonblessed fixated. Yet with a subtle nod to Naoto, who bore witness to this event with sound and clear mind, the message was clear: She had this.]
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