Performance Art

[Færys Tiranas]

A young woman sat beside a small tin, with a few sparse coins here and there, playing a flute. The flute's melody was strangely beautiful, and yet simultaneously saddening. The girl was thin, some might even say unhealthily so, with long blue hair, and a face that, though too thin, still showed a beauty that once was.

A passerby noted her playing, and stopped merely to tell her, "Go get a real job!" She stood up to argue with the man, but realized quickly that she was far too tired for this sort of thing...

[Sakura Torisha]

Sakura wandered about the city square of Avaren. It was amazing how everyone had someone to talk to. Chatter was going about all around her. She could even catch a glimpse of gossip, but Sakura didn't like to hear such things. She does her best to avoid and ignore it. She wanted her ear to enjoy something worth hearing. Than she heard a melody in the distance. This caused her to pause for a moment and turn around. She followed the noise to see a young lady, probably not that much older than herself, maybe she was the same age?

She stood there listening to the playing of the flute. Her eyes closed and she began to sway to the music, feeling it run through her entire body. She's talented. Why would someone with an excellent gift like that be homeless? She assumed she was homeless, anywaym because of the condition of her clothes and her slightly unhealthy appearance.

[Martel Kilyre]

Hmm...

The notes of the flute drew her attention, and she had been standing to watch for a moment, when someone yelled something quite rude to the young musician. Eyes flashing, Martel whirled around and promptly elbowed the man in the face, smiling sweetly.

"Why don't you get back to work instead of bothering those who actually try at their talents?" she said softly, eyes narrowed. She recognized him vaguely as a man who occassionally entered her pub. He probably wouldn't be back, but it wasn't the first time Martel's big mouth had lost her customers.

Untying her money bag, she dropped a few coins into the tin, the silver and gold clinking loudly against the metal. Still smiling faintly, she looked back at the crowd, as if daring them to walk away without paying for the entertainment. It was very good, after all. Very nice.

[Sakura Torisha]

Sakura heard a rude comment shot at the girl by a man who obviously had no taste. But another girl showed up, elbowing him for saying such, and she dropped a few coins in the bucket. Then she stared out into the distance, as if to suggest to listeners to support good music. She is really talented... she thought. I guess I should drop a few coins in there.
Reaching into the pocket of her dress, she dropped a couple coins in there. "I wish I can give you more," she said. "But unfortunately, I'm a little poor myself, and need money for supplies." Sakura then bowed at the lady. "But you're really good, maybe one day you'll be famous! Just keep using the talents the Lord has blessed you with!"

[Færys Tiranas]

Fæ noticed the two girls as they approached, but chose to continue playing, until they had both deposited money into the tin beside her. She was suddenly overwhelmed with the temptation to look into the tin, and did so hastily. WOW! That was a lot of money! She could pay for a new home with that! A whole tent! Maybe even a NEW one! Oh, but she could get an old tent, buy some of the incomplete goods from the silverware vendor, and still have enough money for a spot of food.

Fæ was mildly amused as the woman punched that heckler in the gut, but to give her money, too? She seemed nice enough. At least... She wasn't just making a show out of it. And the other girl... Yes... Fæ, herself, had a bit more money at one point, but never much. The girl certainly did have a light purse, from what Fæ could tell. Such nice people. Maybe she could make friends after all...

"My name is Færys Tiranas. Thank you for being so kind as to impart money upon such a destitute soul as myself. I am grateful for your generosity," She curtsied to the two women, "Might I have the pleasure of your acquaintance?"

[Martel Kilyre]

Slightly taken aback by the girl's flowery way of speaking, Martel started at her for a moment before finding her tongue.

"Martel."

Hey. The tavern did need an entertainer. Or something. It'd gotten pretty dull lately, save the roundhouse chairkick incident. Some music would be interesting, fun, maybe even liven up business. The man's 'real job' comment hit her in the head. The tavernkeeper smiled at the girl.

"Martel Kilyre. I own Silent Knight tavern," she finished, glancing back. A little chance for business, maybe. Maybe not. She blew her bangs out of her hair again. "You do anything else besides play the flute?"

[Sakura Torisha]

The girl introduced herself to the two. Sakura smiled, and bowed again "My name is Sakura Torisha. I'd be pleased to make your acquaintence"
Sakura knelt down beside and smiled at the flute-playing girl. "Your playing is rather beautiful. It's nice to see you not wasting such talent"

Sakura looked all around the bustling city, so many people walking by, and yet this girl is still unnoticed. Among the unfamiliar crowd, she searched to find if anyone was familiar, but alas, nothing, so she looked back at the girl. The girl who introduced herself as Martel had asked if she does anything else. Sakura sat there, as if she was there to listen to the two converse...

[Bloodwing]

Oh what a pleasant day. The air was clear a few sparc cloud float hear and there. The sun cast its rays over the Great kingdom of Avaren warming the air and making everything rather pleasant. It was perfect for flying. That's right I said flying.

Fifty feet long from nose tip to tail, and a one hundred wing span. Blood wing the great red dragon of the far east. flew through the air with almost no effort. His long scaly neck bent this way and that as he scanned the city below. It looked small from his height, but he knew better he could see the tiny specks that where people moving about minding heir own business completely oblivious to the danger that soared above them.

He began circling dipping his wings sightly and began loosing altitude gradually. Getting lower and lower. To the people he was only just not becoming visible as nothing more than a red bird. After a few moments it became clear that this was no bird. Bloodwing could have swore he saw people stopping and pointing skyward. He had an audience how lovely.

No that there where people looking, as few as they where. he dipped and tucked his wings. stopping mid circle and dove downward. The wind rushed past him as he picked up speed and the people that where watching saw him getting bigger and bigger and just when they thought he was as big as he could get his image got bigger. As he neared the ground he felt the fire rumbling in his chest begging t be let loose. Things where about to get fun.

He pulled his neck up and spread his wings so he would swoop right over the city square where nearly everyone that. He opened his gigantic maw and let loose the flames he had been holding back. Bathing the ground in red hot flames. anything caught in the torrent was either turned to ash or set on fire. whether those things where living before hand or not didn't really matter. As he flew over he dragged the flame with him cutting a long burn mark across the ground. then he closed his mouth cut of the flame and with one wick wing beat he was rising back up in the air. Taking a deep breath he let out loud thunderous roar. All living eyes where either looking at him or fleeing from him.

(ooc: sorry if this distracts from your story line but i wanted to liven things up.)