Speak With Your Heart{Zara, Open}

[Zirin]

She sighed, a soundless motion that nonetheless helped her display her feeling a tiny bit. There was so much on her mind, so many things from the past while hanging heavy in her thoughts. She had lost many things; her friends, her home. Now she was here at Trelis. She stared down at the page in front of her, for once drawing a blank on how to begin writing as he mind fought to select a topic to start with. She closed her eyes and shifted through the thoughts, trying to figure out which struck her strongest at the moment.

Her son was the first to come to mind. She could write a song on the happiness she had when she saw him and the fear and despair she had felt before finding him at Mathon. No... those feelings were too mismatched for one song. The second set of feelings would do better with the other sounds of the storm. The anger and ferocity of the storm, the fear and pain of being trapped in it, and the sorrow and despair as everyone looked for lost ones… not to mention the pure feeling that came from a dragon’s keen. Would she be able to reproduce that sound?

She drew her pipes from the pouch at her waste and did a few warm-up notes before standing and attempting to make a keening sound. No... too high, now too low. Not enough vibrato in that one. Before long, she had moved on from the sound, deciding she would figure out a solution later, on another instrument perhaps. Now, though… now she needed to play. The notes flowed softly at first as she played out the first melody to come to mind; they were sad and lonely, wavering in the otherwise quiet room as she ‘sang’ of her loneliness and insecurity in this new home.

The song picked up volume as she began to slowly dance around the room, her movements mirroring the sorrow of the song, and for the first time since coming to Trelis, she truly played her heart out.

[Zara]

Her head hurt,but she was attempting to drown out the unending voices which seemed to pound on her ears... only... it was in her head. It was painful and unending.

"The unerring winds which blue my heart,
fell on the hearth and on my home,
the broke the frame which held
the dying light of tomorrow's might,
today I awake in the unknown,
left with the voices of a world and storm,
unending...

My heart doth leave this home,
to wander all alone..."

She could not write the music. She could only give the sound and the words. She was useless as a composer. She could only learn music that others could read to her or demonstrate. That was why... They had not wanted her to become a Journeywoman, but... they had allowed it in the end. Just barely. And in part.... just as a favor to her parents. She did not like achieving rank that way. It wasn't right.

"The tail will not end here,
the lonely wind will not my heart contain,
my home my heart doth leave,
but my determination doth grow,
The songs we sing shall not end,
the winds that wind to steal our breath
our enemy doth embrace
and we doth persist."

The words were not entirely... together. They were rough unfinished. But, they were heart felt. Very heart felt. She hardly noticed as she was passing anther woman. She was so focused on the words which flowed in her heart and mind... but Stayn sent a picture, which showed there was someone there... she didn't think much of stopping, though... right away at least.

[Zirin]

Her music continued; soulful, soft. On and on she played, until a note turned sour. She stopped suddenly, looking sadly at her pipes. They were her beloved instrument, but they couldn’t portray the sound she wanted to move onto. The pocket pipes were too high pitched, they stole the beauty of the solo piece. She placed them down, barely registering the sound of someone walking by, but passed it off. No one wanted to talk to a mute.

She pulled out a different instrument this time, a viola this time; able to hit the higher notes, but deep enough that she could truly play the sorrowful tune as it was in her head. Tightening her runner-hair bow and quickly swiping it along a piece of sap, she pulled it across the strings and smiled at the deep resonating tone. Then once again she began to play what was on her mind, this time not stopping when she occasionally missed a note, content to let the viola lead her in this musical dance. The tone of the song changed from sorrow to longing as she thought of the friends who had perished in the storm.

It needed something still... something more before she could compose, a voice perhaps? Ari had never been able to compose the vocal sections of songs. Well, she could write the pitches and sounds she wanted, but adding words to pieces had always been beyond her.