Hunting Grounds (Aea, Tadhg)
Jun 24, 2017 13:34:49 GMT -6
Post by Tadhg on Jun 24, 2017 13:34:49 GMT -6
Tadhg felt his face heat into a raw lobster-y red as Aea praised his culinary skills. That wasn't even what considered to be his signature dish, so he felt grateful that he had pulled it off with such aplomb. By the time the duo had finished their respective meals - having snarfed down a bigger piece Tadhg had left for himself, of course - dusk had came and went over Bulgar, and it was time for Aea to meander her way to the Drunken Swordsman.
Following Aea, Tadhg recalled that he was a regular here, and that he had in fact seen Aea perform once or twice but had been too busy with catering to remember the vivid details of her melodies. As she made her way to the wooden stage at the far end of the bar, Tadhg settled himself into the sparse, but quickly amassing crowd. It felt rewarding to be a patron for once rather than an occasional visitor on a supply run. Tadhg didn't care for alcohol, but he ruminated almost aloud about how the evening's circumstances would warrant a wine otherwise.
Aea was visibly trembling as she rounded the raised stage and produced her flute. It was a pretty little instrument, which would be suitable accompaniment for her. However, Tadhg had scarcely prepared himself for the forthcoming melody.
The young girl sang like a sparrow high on a spring breeze, eloquently, almost cantering through the rhythm. Tadhg looked around through his own captivation, and noticed that a few of the bar patrons had cracked half-smiles etched on their faces, liable to crease even further. As Aea launched into a more sonorous melody that lasted for several minutes - the content of which Tadhg could barely make out, but he couldn't deny Aea's talent - Tadhg found himself absentmindedly tapping his right foot against the woodwork of the floor. A couple of surrounding bar-goers joined in as if trying to provide accompaniment to the blossoming song. However, the final notes halted this, for Tadhg and everyone else seemed to barely be able to hear them. It was as if she was singing through the mouthpiece of a phantom, or a wisp; a ghost of a melody, as if a dirge for the fallen.
Immediately, the audience erupted into a raucous applause, Tadhg included. As he scanned the stage for Aea, her smile, or even a sidelong bow or curtsy, he saw that she was nowhere to be found. She hurried out the back door, and Tadhg took it upon himself to elbow through a couple of loiterers to pursue her. At the very least, he wanted to laud her eccentric performance. He wasn't one for ending terms without formality.
"Aea!" called Tadhg once he stepped out of the main bar area. "That was excellent..."
Following Aea, Tadhg recalled that he was a regular here, and that he had in fact seen Aea perform once or twice but had been too busy with catering to remember the vivid details of her melodies. As she made her way to the wooden stage at the far end of the bar, Tadhg settled himself into the sparse, but quickly amassing crowd. It felt rewarding to be a patron for once rather than an occasional visitor on a supply run. Tadhg didn't care for alcohol, but he ruminated almost aloud about how the evening's circumstances would warrant a wine otherwise.
Aea was visibly trembling as she rounded the raised stage and produced her flute. It was a pretty little instrument, which would be suitable accompaniment for her. However, Tadhg had scarcely prepared himself for the forthcoming melody.
The young girl sang like a sparrow high on a spring breeze, eloquently, almost cantering through the rhythm. Tadhg looked around through his own captivation, and noticed that a few of the bar patrons had cracked half-smiles etched on their faces, liable to crease even further. As Aea launched into a more sonorous melody that lasted for several minutes - the content of which Tadhg could barely make out, but he couldn't deny Aea's talent - Tadhg found himself absentmindedly tapping his right foot against the woodwork of the floor. A couple of surrounding bar-goers joined in as if trying to provide accompaniment to the blossoming song. However, the final notes halted this, for Tadhg and everyone else seemed to barely be able to hear them. It was as if she was singing through the mouthpiece of a phantom, or a wisp; a ghost of a melody, as if a dirge for the fallen.
Immediately, the audience erupted into a raucous applause, Tadhg included. As he scanned the stage for Aea, her smile, or even a sidelong bow or curtsy, he saw that she was nowhere to be found. She hurried out the back door, and Tadhg took it upon himself to elbow through a couple of loiterers to pursue her. At the very least, he wanted to laud her eccentric performance. He wasn't one for ending terms without formality.
"Aea!" called Tadhg once he stepped out of the main bar area. "That was excellent..."