Out in the Storm (Darren)

[Elaena]

25th Spring, 511AV Elaena was outside once again in the storm looking for inspiration for a new composition. She had spent most of the afternoon walking around, thinking of how she was going to ever finish her assignment on time. Some thought her approach to composition was a little unorthodox, but really, she wanted to break free from the traditional ways of composing. Often her teachers would scold her for deviating away from the traditional rules of composition. "You should never have parallel fifths or such open voicing!" A teacher said, returning her composition entitled "Hurricane" to her. "You do have a wonderful talent though my dear. We just need to channel it properly." This did not sit well with Elaena. Composition for her, was to channel the essence of her subject without the restrictions of tonality. Here she was, walking about in the storm, listening to the winds as they rose in a minor key and the harsh fall of snow against window panes, producing a shimmer of another minor key, but distantly related. "Nature is not tonal, but can be described more as being atonal". Elaena thought. Slowly the storm began to take form as notes in her mind. She would have to go inside soon to write this all down. She turned back towards her house, drawing her fur-lined cloak tight about her. Down the path she saw a stranger coming towards her. It was a man she had not seen before. As he got closer, the first thing she noticed about him were his eyes. They were a piercing blue. She wondered if he was from far away. Sometimes it was hard to tell here, but even harder due to the snow. When they were within a foot of each other, she saw he too was Vantha. His eyes were now black. Elaena smiled at him. "Hello! What a storm we are having!"

[Darren]

Darren took a quick glance at the one addressing him, shurging at the storm. It was indeed something that couldn't be taken too lightly, too often it spelled the end for unprepared travelers that roamed Taldera. But they were in Avanthal and they were Vantha, these two facts alone gave Darren a sense of ease. "It is what our Morwen gives us..." he said without raising his head. He took a look at the fellow Vantha giving off a long sigh before he continued. "and it is what we will endure. Our goddess is good, giving us both good and bad times and not expecting anything more then a quick prayer or a occasional celebration." He looked out at the snowy expanse before him that was rapidly changing. "It's the gods that always promise good times one should look out for, they are always wanting something." he finished giving a quick appraisal of the woman before him. "Your no WhiteVine." he muttered, barely above a whisper. And the phsique says that she is not an Iceglaze or Coolwater or Frostfawn he thought slowly lookinh warily at her, Which means she can either be a Winterflame , a Skyglow, or worse ... a Snowsong. The last possibility flashing into his head caused him to be tight lipped, not the usual manner that he was accustomed to. Instead of sending out less then subtle innuendo in varying degrees of brashness he merely settled with whatever came of his mouth. Darren of course didn't intend to include a passing jib at the following statement but it hung out nevertheless. "Don't tell me your...one of them." he said pointing at Berus Snowsong, who just so happened to be nearby walking alongside his cousin. oocSet a date when you can. Preferable one that I already am not using