Post by Lily on Sept 13, 2009 13:21:13 GMT -8
CHILDREN OF MOR: ISTAMEK
ÇĦÏĿĐŖĘŊ ÖF MŌŖ: I S T A M E K
{ELVEDA: Outskirts} New Year’s Day
The performance that day seemed to resonate with something deep inside. Something just clicked with all who witnessed it. It was a beautifully spirited flamenco inspired piece of music accompanied by a dancer just as lovely.
The ensemble brimmed with hope. Those with a pure heart could feel it. It was the way the music was played. It was in the lines of the dancer. It was the artistry, the passion, the love the two performers put into their show. The music was so vibrant, the movements so rich, so lively, that the people watching couldn’t help but listen along, and dance in the streets. It permeated all that it reached. It was magic. It was music. It was dance. It was art—the kind of art that moved people, and touched their very core.
The music and dancing just rose into the air and took everything with them. For a while, the sky looked bluer. The vines snaking their way up the long since disheveled towers seemed greener. The air itself even seemed laden with a certain quality that no one could quite describe.
A cellist and a dancer; these were the two responsible for such jubilation. In a world of sand and ruins, happiness was a rare commodity. If they could offer the people of Yasil smiles and a moment’s worth of carefree bliss, then what more could they ask for? Their craft was special in this way. It’s what art was meant to do. They both had the powerful gift of empathy. The people of Yasil, especially the lonely ones who were so unjustly needed hope. The compassion the duo felt for the lonely ones was strong indeed. That’s why they fought for them. It was also why the boy played his cello with such passion and his partner danced with such emotion.
They were truly in rare form today. With the sun high above them they played like never before. It was almost as if it were all they knew. This New Year would truly be fantastic. That’s what they felt. Or at least the boy did. He could feel the change coming. They were on the edge looking over ready to take the plunge. The ancient gates that connected their dusty world to the paradisiacal world of the Cradle even were to be reopened this year. Perhaps the lonely ones’ savior would come this time.
The boy and the girl originally came from that world; he, and his sister. They had forsaken everything they had and took a chance. Their privileged life of high society seemed like nothing more than a dream. It was two years ago that they had come to Yasil. Two years since Leander and Ellie Arundel renounced their heritage and decided to make a difference both for them, and then others.
Leander could feel something though. This he knew for sure. Perhaps it was the all-encompassing good mood shared by he, his sister, and the crowd. Maybe it was a combination of everything he was feeling right now within his heart. What the reason was for giving him this feeling, he didn’t know. He did feel however like his bowing on the cello and his sister’s dancing was putting things into motion, and not just around them, but the whole world. It was foolish to think, yes, but then again, Leander Arundel was a thinker, and a dreamer.
ÇĦÏĿĐŖĘŊ ÖF MŌŖ: I S T A M E K
{ELVEDA: Outskirts} New Year’s Day
The performance that day seemed to resonate with something deep inside. Something just clicked with all who witnessed it. It was a beautifully spirited flamenco inspired piece of music accompanied by a dancer just as lovely.
The ensemble brimmed with hope. Those with a pure heart could feel it. It was the way the music was played. It was in the lines of the dancer. It was the artistry, the passion, the love the two performers put into their show. The music was so vibrant, the movements so rich, so lively, that the people watching couldn’t help but listen along, and dance in the streets. It permeated all that it reached. It was magic. It was music. It was dance. It was art—the kind of art that moved people, and touched their very core.
The music and dancing just rose into the air and took everything with them. For a while, the sky looked bluer. The vines snaking their way up the long since disheveled towers seemed greener. The air itself even seemed laden with a certain quality that no one could quite describe.
A cellist and a dancer; these were the two responsible for such jubilation. In a world of sand and ruins, happiness was a rare commodity. If they could offer the people of Yasil smiles and a moment’s worth of carefree bliss, then what more could they ask for? Their craft was special in this way. It’s what art was meant to do. They both had the powerful gift of empathy. The people of Yasil, especially the lonely ones who were so unjustly needed hope. The compassion the duo felt for the lonely ones was strong indeed. That’s why they fought for them. It was also why the boy played his cello with such passion and his partner danced with such emotion.
They were truly in rare form today. With the sun high above them they played like never before. It was almost as if it were all they knew. This New Year would truly be fantastic. That’s what they felt. Or at least the boy did. He could feel the change coming. They were on the edge looking over ready to take the plunge. The ancient gates that connected their dusty world to the paradisiacal world of the Cradle even were to be reopened this year. Perhaps the lonely ones’ savior would come this time.
The boy and the girl originally came from that world; he, and his sister. They had forsaken everything they had and took a chance. Their privileged life of high society seemed like nothing more than a dream. It was two years ago that they had come to Yasil. Two years since Leander and Ellie Arundel renounced their heritage and decided to make a difference both for them, and then others.
Leander could feel something though. This he knew for sure. Perhaps it was the all-encompassing good mood shared by he, his sister, and the crowd. Maybe it was a combination of everything he was feeling right now within his heart. What the reason was for giving him this feeling, he didn’t know. He did feel however like his bowing on the cello and his sister’s dancing was putting things into motion, and not just around them, but the whole world. It was foolish to think, yes, but then again, Leander Arundel was a thinker, and a dreamer.