Post by Fayerin on Nov 5, 2013 23:18:22 GMT -5
Her voice rang clear through the air, hauntingly melodious and in harmony with the slender fingers the plucked soft lilting notes from her harp. Her head was bowed forward and her eyes closed, her hair swaying with her gentle movements in time to the music. Several passersby couldn't help but stop in their path, lured by the enchanting voice that seemed to ease the weight of their very souls as they listened.
"Oh come to me,
My weary child,
And rest your silken head,
To the rivers and birdsong,
In the shaded willow glen.
Come to me, oh come,
And lay on grassy bed,
Come close your sleepy eyes,
And worry not,
You need never fear again.
Let the winds whisper you a lullaby,
And starlight kiss your face,
Oh fade away, fade away,
To slumber's sweet embrace."
The elven song lost much in its translation, but the young maiden still sang it beautifully. She had already gained a fair collection of coin though the day was still begun. She was no local, it being her first time performing on the streets of Aldbourne, but it mattered little to those who were used to seeing strangers come and go. Were it not for the beauty of her voice, and even her self to a few, she would have found herself ignored like the rest. For that moment, she had become a beacon of serenity in the chaotic hustle and bustle of mundane life, a voice that soothed the weary souls of those about her.
"Oh come to me,
My weary child,
And rest your silken head,
To the rivers and birdsong,
In the shaded willow glen.
Come to me, oh come,
And lay on grassy bed,
Come close your sleepy eyes,
And worry not,
You need never fear again.
Let the winds whisper you a lullaby,
And starlight kiss your face,
Oh fade away, fade away,
To slumber's sweet embrace."
The elven song lost much in its translation, but the young maiden still sang it beautifully. She had already gained a fair collection of coin though the day was still begun. She was no local, it being her first time performing on the streets of Aldbourne, but it mattered little to those who were used to seeing strangers come and go. Were it not for the beauty of her voice, and even her self to a few, she would have found herself ignored like the rest. For that moment, she had become a beacon of serenity in the chaotic hustle and bustle of mundane life, a voice that soothed the weary souls of those about her.