Let The Music Guide You

[Kitty Love]

Rizamaxiskaedoro, or Maxis for short, had a mission in life, besides risking it all for the bettering of Euclides society as a whole, he needed to train his young bard. Phantikaeja wasn't his son, true, but when he'd heard the boy sing he could think of no better companion. Music soothes the soul, and this was very key for a Martyr to continue doing what he did.

At first the boy, given over willingly by his mother as she wasn't fond of bebes, wouldn't say nor sing a word, then he began to hum and finally sang for Maxis once he'd gotten used to the noble canine. Now the biggest hurtle would be to showcase this wonderful, if not haunting talent, before others, he'd need to boost the boy's confidence in himself first, which was easier said then done.

"Alright, straighten up, no slouching and do your exercise from your gut and not your chest."

The young feline was perched upon a gravestone, slouched at first but at the order he straightened up and took a breathe before expelling it in the usual 'Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do' manner, only every note he sang seemed so morose and haunting, notes such as these seemed to belong in a place like this and added to the eerie atmosphere.

"Very good, now just sing me the song we practiced."

The bebe curled his lucid tail around his form and began to sing once again, this time closing his hollow eyes and letting the music, whose words were in a different language a piece from a favored opera, and seemed to pour the notes from his very soul. It was enough to send tingles down Maxis' spine as he listened, a grin appearing on his muzzle. The boy was a genius when it came to such songs and his bard would be the first, that he could recall, to sing opera.

[silverdust]

She was a wanderer tonight, unwilling to sleep for once in her life. It was funny because she usually strived for the lullaby of the night, for the time when she could slip out of reality into the world of her own creation, where she wouldn't have to deal with the pain behind her masks of silk and roses. She cherished the night, cherished her dreams, but they were beyond her grasp. Exactly why she didn't know, the princess cursed to sadness without a name. She wove her stories with a different thread as she stalked the graves, a sadder silk of monochrome blues. She could never be as dark as her sister, but she knew her tragedies well.

The eerie melodies caught her in an instant. What was this? The young princess, wandering in the mists and maze of her sorrows, to be rescued by an angelic song and led to the light? She followed the thread of that haunted, piercing voice, a song that seemed to touch her very soul, drawing out the melancholy that lingered there. It hurt yes, but it also soothed, for now she could see the face of her troubles. What marveolus siren song could bring such pain, but such clarity?

Timidly she reached the source, how odd of her to lose her royal nerve at such a time. She peeked behind a gravestone, skulking as a thief, humbled by the lilt of the opera. A death's child the voice of power? How very strange, she had thought them a silent type. And his teacher with him, she had never seen that type before. Her eyes were drawn to the dark cross about his neck and her imagination began the tale anew. A siren and his keeper living at the heart of a maze built of monolithic tombstones, and the princess, exiled again but this time of her own sorrow, drawn into their darkened world by a silver string made of raven's song. Kaethulabi would be pleased with her.

Still she dared not intrude upon their lesson. She was no figment of their world yet, only the observer. And how lucky was she to hear such a dark and lovely opera, even if they were to disappear into the night and leave her alone, she would always have that gift, however offhand it may be.

[Kitty Love]

However sly she'd been planning to be, Maxis had caught her movements even over the delightful song of his young friend. Being the type that he was he'd trained himself early on to always keep one ear open to any sign of danger, whether that be to another or himself it mattered not. Without cutting Phantikaeja's score short, he slowly lifted himself up onto all four paws, standing at an impressive height for a canine Euclides. He stepped toward the direction of the very faint noises he'd detected, large paws carrying him rather quietly, surprisingly enough.

He peered over the gravestone at the bebe, who's coat had a rather fetching shade for a female, as his nose told him she was definitely a girl. He fully expected her to know he was there so he flashed her a friendly and a wink, hoping she'd not scream or squeal or some such nonsense to interrupt the greyscale feline's performance.

However, Phantikaeja would soon be frustrated into a pause anyhow, going into one of his moods as his voice cracked in the middle of a longer note, instantly sending him into a rage. His eyes opened and he growled to himself, his tail gaining a life of it's own as it flickered and swished about.

He hopped down from his own gravestone, instantly the anger left him as confusion replaced it. Where had Maxis gone? He scanned the area briefly before hollow visionaries found the form of his friend and he gracefully leapt from the stone to the earth, moving toward him. He even ventured to speak, believing them to still be alone. His voice was almost as melodic and haunting as his singing style, although very quiet and soft. "What is it Maxis?"

[silverdust]

It seemed she had been caught, but the siren's master seemed neither cruel nor angry with her, indeed, quite the opposite. One thing she did not hold with the fairy tales that she spun into life were the princesses who would throw a fit at every opportunity, drama royalty petty and idiotic. She would not give herself to that, and surprised as she was she made not a sound to disturb the opera. Instead she returned the wink with a greeting smile of her own, her pale eyes shining still with the wonder at the ethereal song.

But then it stopped rather abruptly; she could hear the growl of frustration from the young boy. Barely she could trace the question, and even then such a lovely speaking voice, but she had expected no different. What a siren indeed, but...would she be allowed to play in this tale? She might as well take her chance, if she did not wish to be one of those simpering, daydream lovelies that she so despised. She restrained her movements, toning down the regality she usually displayed. She was not in control of this story thread, merealy seeking entrance. She stepped from behind the gravestone, her movements measured and graceful, and bowed slightly to the pair.

"I am sorry if I have intruded where I do not belong," her dialect was that of the fairy tales, the courtesy and tone befitting those courts of gold and satin. "I was drawn by the siren's song, and I could not help but to find the source. My name is Scheherakaezabi, and I thank you for the gift of your opera."

She lifted her head shyly, the spark of her eyes as if gazing from behind a gilded veil.

[Kitty Love]

Phantikaeja was confused still as to what was so interesting as to pull his master's ear from his song, but then it.. .erm... she stepped out from behind the stone and instantly those empty visionaries widened as his cheeks flushed red, easily seen beneath the white fur of his face. his jaw also dropped a bit and his tail fluffed, he was caught entirely by surprise and was completely embarrassed, for he was actually quite the shy young one. He took this opportunity to skitter and hide behind the large canine, drawing a chuckle from him.

"Do not mind him, he's merely shy and you do not intrude m'dear, in fact you have helped me." That friendly grin returned to his muzzle. "I've been trying to get this boy to sing in front of an audience, you are the first to hear his voice besides his siblings and I."

He batted the young feline with his tail amicably before tilting his head to per at him. "The girl calls you a siren, which is a creature of great beauty whose song is so beautiful it lures sailors to crash their boats into the rocks surrounding their islands." He chuckled again as Kaeja grabbed his tail, hiding his face as the blush intensified.

"My isn't that a mouthful my young friend? I am Rizamaxiskaedorojo, but most merely shorten this to Maxis and my young apprentice is Phantikaeja, quite the interesting mix of Death and Music." He left off his own type, more concerned with properly introducing Kaeja, who was simply to shy and stubborn to do it himself.

"What brings ye all the way out into a graveyard m'dear? Certainly not a place I'd expect to see such a young lovely like yourself."

[silverdust]

While Schehera was surprised by the young boy's reaction, she could not help but a small giggle. It was so...cute? She was not familiar with such shyness, her playmates far too grown-up for their age, serious, malicious, bitter, melancholy, none of the playful qualities she so longed for sometimes. Even her dearest brother had a sensual maturity in their play. It was actually refreshing, this shyness, but she would have to learn how to respond to it.

She she merely attempted a more friendly smile and tried to catch a glimpse of the boy hiding his face. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Phantikaeja, and I mean every word of my compliment."

She could say more, allow her fantasy words to spin high praise, but perhaps that was not the way to handle meekness. She offered him one more charming smile before turning it upon the larger canine. She had not much experience with adults either, the ones around her often uncaring and allowing the children to take care of their own affairs. Besides, even being a child she could tell the male was handsome. Living with her father had given her an eye for beauty befitting that of any connoisseur. It made her slightly self-conscious, but she hid her blush as well as she could and tried to retain her courtesan's air.

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well Maxis, and I am glad I could help with the training of Phantikaeja," she inclined her head again, sneaking another glance at the boy. "Actually it is I who should be thanking you for the song."

She gave a little laugh at his compliment, happy that her rose-rued coat did a good job of containing her flush. "My name is long, but my father had no time to bother himself with naming a child, so he allowed me the freedom to choose my own title. My siblings and companions shorten it to Schehera, if it would please you to use that instead. As for what brings me..."

She gave a little shrug, the graceful, dignified facade slipping a bit to reveal the child behind the cocoon of fantasy. "There are nights where I cannot sleep, and Mahareja cares not where I wander. The graveyard brings me peace of a sort, all these souls in an eternal sleep. Tonight I was drawn by a song, and here I am. It did...more for me than I would burden you with."

Her smile softened into something near childlike, timid. "Do you train here often, pray tell?"

[Kitty Love]

(( If you do not wish to, you don't need to reply... Phantikaeja just needs one more post to be able to grow and I remembered I never replied to this! So if you do not wish to continue, I will slap a finished on this, if you do... glee! Points for all XD ))

Phantikaeja listened to the girl speak, the way she spoke fascinating him. While his ways were new to her, her ways were also new to him. The only truly confident one he'd ever been around, for his parents certainly weren't, was one of his sisters, and she had an... odd way about her. He wasn't sure if he liked what he remembered of her or not, especially not at the present moment. He also certainly didn't wish to seem like he was staring, but he couldn't help but stare. Her colors were so bright and lovely, just the opposite of his own rather drab colorings, even Maxis paled in comparison to her. These thoughts only darkened his cheeks more, turning him a bright red under that mask of white.

Seeing that his young charge wasn't going to come out behind him anytime soon he decided to make him come out whilst listening to their new female companion all the while. He lifted one of those strong hind legs and placed it behind the somewhat scrunched for on the feline and pushed him forward, bringing him out in front of him and between himself and Schehera. Kaeja was, indeed, quite mortified by this and his eyes widened again and he tried to skitter away but was met by the canine's front limbs. He was caught and thus would have to interact now. He swallowed hard and looked down before speaking softly, it was a little late, but it came all the same. "Hello..."

Maxis however, continued with the existing string of conversation. You named yourself? If you don't mind me asking, how did you do that?