Flashback Foreign Music

[Xiani]

"You spend your life with your mate?" Xiani asks, head cocking to the side as if this is the most ludicrous idea ever conceived. She then pauses and looks to the fire for a moment, remembering that most humans live longer than her kind. "We only mate for a few seasons at the most. Our lives are shorter and we are expected to have many younglings, we bearers... females." She shuffles her wings and asks a question that has long been on her mind, "Why do your eyes change so?"

[Inessa]

She blinked. "... Just a few seasons? Why would you only stay with someone you love for that short a time? Wouldn't you want to be with him longer?" Confusion struck her, purple specs appearing in her blue eyes. As she heard Xiani's question though, she smirked, iris swiftly turning yellow. "Our eyes change with our emotions. You see, our people came from the stars, the great lights in the sky. They shift in color just like Morwen's Lights, Morwen being the Goddess of Winter. ... Though I'm sure you know must know who she is." Her playing comes to a halt at this point, as she sets her lute to the side. She smiled, bright yellow eyes looking into those of the other woman's.

[Xiani]

"...Love?...Goddess?" At this point, Xiani was so confused that she could only blink at the strange girl. For a moment, she considered that she may have some mental ailment. However, after a moment of inspection, she does not detect any other flaw in the girl and attributes the strange words to their people's differences. "I do not know what you mean by these words..." She admits finally, looking down. "But, we mate to continue our ways, grow our numbers, have even stronger younglings..." She pauses, unsure of her choice of words.

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[Inessa]

"... Well ideally we ah... mate. Mate. Mate, I suppose, because we love someone. We feel attachment to someone, want to be with him. To share everything we have with eachother. And ideally, when we have children, it's not out of a desire to further our race, but because our connection is so strong that we're confident we could properly raise a baby." Rolling her eyes, she waves a hand in the air. "Granted, said romanticism has been twisted by the vast sums of valuables men will pay the families of women just so they can marry them. I'm fortunate enough to have a say in who I wed. Some of my friends were just pointed at a man and told that they're going to live with such until death parts them." She sighed gently, murmuring under her breath as she looked to the side. "... I just hope I find someone before my father picks for me."

[Xiani]

She ponders this idea for a moment, wondering how humans have survived as a race for so long. "I don't understand how you can value money above use... What use is a lifelong mate that can not even hunt for your food," she comments, shaking her head and snorting slightly. "If your... father ever does try to leave you in a bad mating, why don't you just leave? Set out on your own Pilgrimage?" She eyes the female once more to be assured that she is of proper age, though humans age so slowly compared to her kind, this one could still be but a youngling.

[Inessa]

"Because... well. Because I love my father, and it's good for my family for me to marry." She winced slightly at this. "I'm guessing this all sounds... odd, to you." Inessa is a fully grown woman, her body having come into being. Her big white sabretooth cloak keeps herself hidden from a casual glance, but it's not that hard to peek under it with closer inspection. The clothing she wears underneath is of high-grade material, and fits rather snugly on her.

[Xiani]

"Very odd..." she admits, wrapping her wings over herself like a blanket. "But, I accept that this is your way of living... odd as it is..." She shakes her head - causing the beads to click together - and smiles. "What is this ...gohdes... of which you talked earlier?" She asks, head tilting and eyes catching the light that reflects off of the lute's shiny surface. The condition in which it lies causes Xiani to realize that this lute is as important to her as a Dark-flier's spear or knife.

[Inessa]

"Morwen is the Goddess of Winter. That means she has power over it. She controls the snow, the ice, and is ruler of the season. She resides in Avanthal, my home, for the spring through the fall. But when the winter comes, she departs to rule over the rest of Mizahar." She giggled quietly into her hand. "It's a very sad day when she leaves, but it does get warmer here during the winter. We love our queen of the snow, and in turn, she guides us." She leaned back slightly. "And she's not the only god. I personally follow Rhaus, the God of Music. If you think my songs are fun to listen to, pray you hear from him one day." A frown crossed her, as she looked to the side. "I... personally haven't. But if I had one wish, it would be to play a song with him when I am skilled enough. Or at the very least to hear his music."

[Xiani]

She sighs and shakes her head again, not understanding, or agreeing with the idea of 'gods', but not wanting to cause an argument over something she does not fully know. "It is strange... to... realize how different our people are," she comments simply, looking into the fire once more and adjusting her wings, finding that it has suddenly become stifling in the cave. "If, you do not mind... I need rest. I will be flying far, tomorrow." She smiles at the girl, not worrying about death in her sleep around this one, odd as that concept is.

[Inessa]

"Might I have your name then? I am Inessa. Inessa Snowsong." She picked up her music book laying on the ground, moving to briefly kindle the campfire before laying down herself, large cloak acting as a cushion. Her hands laid on her belly, one leg slid up so her knee was in the air.