In the middle of the busy market square of the small village stood a vast array of qwirky and queer shops, filled with noise, food and strange smells. Today was market day in Estolad, one of the few days where the women would venture out of the house to find strange new foods from the other villages for their meals. Of course, not all of the shops sold food, every now and then there would be a man dealing in expensave trinkets or a woman selling lavish items of clothing. Not to mention the street entertainment.

Estolad was a frequent spot for Ayumi, her audience here were like friends. They cried with her, laughed with her, cheered with her and loved with her. She would come here every month or so to do a preformance in the streets, it being her only real means of money so to restock her arrows and buy more equiptment. Today she had decided to sing, and as the croud gathered she began to focus. She had removed all of her "heavy weighted" items and placed them by the wall of the building. She slowly counted down the beats of the tune in her head before starting, as soon as she had enough money she would be able to buy an instremant. She began to sing a song her mother would nightly recite to her back when she was young, she said it was called dreams.

"You're everything my dreams have seen.
But, what are dreams?
I'm walking where my dreams have been.
But, what are dreams?"

Silence had broken over the croud to listen, many shop assistants glared at Ayumi for stealing their customers.

"Can I believe these spells I feel?
I'm wary now.
Can I believe, or is this real?
I'm wary now."

The gentle flow of her angelic voice carried over the croud like a gentle breeze, silencing any passers by to watch her.

"Just like some new-born creature, I.
What are dreams?
A child in need of love and care.
Tell me what, tell me what, are dreams?"

Kite walked through the long, winding streets of Estolad as he looked around. It was simply a stop on his venture for a greater purpose. He was a strange create, Kite. It wasn't common, even on Arda, to find an Angel who sought the art of combat. Yet here was an Angel wandering the streets with a huge sword strapped to his back and a determined look upon his beautiful blue eyes. He turned a corner and was about to head down the road when a voice reached his ears.

"A...song?" Kite muttered as he looked around for the source of the voice. Eventually his eyes found it; A maiden. In the middle of the shopping plaza, a young woman was lifting her voice to the heavens and sharing a precious memory with the slowly growing crowd. Kite stood and watched her for a moment, before realizing that he could follow the beat. Seeing she was without an instrument, Kite smiled and pulled out his golden harp, one of the few objects that reminded him of his mother.

He walked through the crowd as he picked up into her song, strumming his fingers against the delicate cords of the harp, letting each vibration play a note that emphasized the syllable that this stranger uttered. She was beautiful for a mortal, but Kite was playing not for her, but for the sake of the music. He enjoyed music with a passion and took every opportunity to play his harp. This situation was just another opportunity.

Walking through the crowded market, Geis felt incredibly constricted. He had been seen as an intruder at first blush and people had tended to give him a wide berth which suited the lupine just fine. He was accustomed to rolling plains and immense, incredible tundras... just the buildings had made him feel caged and edgy. After a week or so people stopped taking into account that he was furry and began venturing nearer and nearer towards him, edging into his personal space.

All his senses on the alert, Geis was making his way when he heard the beginnings of an enchanting melody-

...dreams have been.
But, what are dreams?

He stopped short, *this* was something interesting. It was worth recalling, worth recording. He stopped to listen, then, realizing that he was still quite a ways from the actual singer he strode forward briskly. He may have been the runt of the litter as a lupine, but in a crowd of fur-heads? He was still of above average strength and certainly a lot faster than these bumbling creatures. When he finally broke through the small wave of people, the singer had already moved a few stanzas downwards and he cursed at his unsuitable haste- he had lost some precious knowledge already. Oh well, he would just have to ask... he peered intently, finally deciding by the smell more than anything else that the musician was female... her to repeat herself.

Just like some new-born creature, I.
What are dreams?
A child in need of love and care.
Tell me what, tell me what, are dreams?

Ayumi opened her eyes to see the croud's interest before she began the second part. She saw many pairs of eyes, all different colours, staring towards her. Yet some had drifted off to a man who had now moved away from the croud, cradeled in his arms like a baby was a golden harp that began to join in song with her. She examined the male he was not but a couple of years older than her but his youthful figure of caused her to believe him to not be entirely human. As the harp's melody built up to the second part she turned her attention back to the audience.

"Can I believe these spells I feel?
I'm wary now.
Can I believe, or is this real?
I'm wary now."

Her alertness caused her to beleive that someone in the croud was watching with increasing intrest and frustration that he, for it was a he, could not see her. For a moment she ignored this to carry on her song.

"Just like some new-born creature, I.
What are dreams?
A child in need of love and care.
Tell me what, tell me what, are dreams?"

She took one last deep breath as the song ended to await the audience's reply. She had been blessed witha light applause of admiration before they scattered off to their shopping again. She walked forward to where she had left a fold of fabric for coins. Todays interest had been strong and there were a fair few coins in today. Enough for her to get what she needed anyway. She quickly gathered up the coins before heading over to thank the man who had played with her. "Good Morrow young sir," she greeted the male, "Your interest in my song delights me. You have my greatest thanks for your contribution."

Kite smiled and put away his harp with a last strum of it's strings, then turned to the audience. He knew the applause was not for him, but he felt inclined to bow anyways. He did so without little consideration for how brag he must've looked, before raising himself and turning to the woman beside him.

"Think nothing of it, m'lady. I bask to music, and it to me. Tell me, where did such inspiration come from to weave such a tune?" Kite asked kindly. He honestly did not care much for the history behind a song, but he figured it would be wise to strike up conversation instead of leaving her to her gold in such a rush. His eyes narrowed some as they glanced the image of a rather large, white brue in the midst of the dispersing crowd. A Lupine, from what Kite could tell.

He would no draw his sword here unless the creature attacked, but at the moment it seemed docile so Kite was content with just being cautious. He turned his attention back to the female and suddenly took notice to the strange aura that was around her. It was filtered, muddied down with some other hindrance, but it was there. The blood of an Angel was about this one.

"Tell me, fair maiden, are you of Celestial descent? I feel a presence about you that reminds me of my kin."

"Why indeed good sir," She replied sweetly to him, smiling at his engaged conversation. She had not had a good conversation with someone in a while, "My Father was an Archangel of nobal celestrial birth, my Mother was an elven who lived on the streets of our great city. And you too are an angel as you rightly said, i noticed something different about you when i saw you. Pray tell, what brings you to the market today?"

OOC: Whoops. xP Since it's gonna get complicated IC wise for Geis to have 'met you for the first time' many times Kite, he'll be exiting this topic. xD

IC:

Geis shook his head as if waking from a pleasant dream. The song was over but the dream wasn't... for a moment, he had been spellbound. His past had come to life: some of the sad, some of the bad- but the merry and happy times too. He saw again the plague that had stolen his closest friend, irrevocably damaged and stunted his own growth as well as his training as a loremaster and the one he had taken- if for ever so shortly- as his mate. He missed her already.

The two singers- for no doubt he had heard two spin the music- were talking now and he didn't dare interrupt. When two artists spoke, the law was immutable: what they spoke of was sacred, for perfecting perfection was an ever so delicate task- it was something he knew and knew well: his own talks with fellow bone-crafters had been of the most precious sort.

Bowing to the two musicians he entered the crowd, a bit less hostile to the jarring and bumpy ride that it gave him: he was content.

The young looking bard entered the square silently. He was rather short of money and he needed to get more if he was to eat tonight. His stomache grumbled as hunger over took him for a moment. He had not eaten for several days now and he hoped he could earn some money. He sighed as he slowly drew his fiddle and began to play silently. The song then began to become louder as the tune started to fill the area as the bard danced while playing it. He stroked the strings gently with the bow for his fiddle. the song began to flow through the crowd as people could hear it clearly.

He continued to stroke the strings of the Fiddle gently with the bow as the depressing song continued to play as he danced with grace. His eyes closed as he let the music flow through his mind and nodded his head as he began to dance around the crowds playing as the people he was near stared at him. He needed to eat tonight and he was starving.

The other musicians gave him a cold gaze as his song he played stole there attention they once had. He did not know how long he could lost without feeding as the young shape shifter continued to play. His shaggy dirty blond hair blew in the wind as his dark green tunic and dark brown breeches blew in the wind as well. There was a belt around his waist with a few small pouches and a sheathed short sword. On his feet were a pair of nicely polished dark brown field boots.

He continued to skip and play as he opened his eyes spotting a rather odd woman talking to a man. He skipped toward them as he continued to play with great skill. His style was not a cheap one at all. It was an art form and with the beautiful music that came from his fiddle people could tell.

Kite was just about to answer the woman's question when a clear song hit his ears. It was carried with a sad tune and told the tragic tale of a broken spirit. A beaten soul trying to find the strength to carry on. Kite turned towards the player of the music as he saw the man come towards them. The song was admirable, but the man's behavior was not. They were clearly having a conversation with this Halfling. How dare he interrupt it with his sorrowful tune. Kite narrowed his eyes and folded his arms across his chest.

"Well, aren't thou the biggest jest for plaguing these streets with thy strumming of the fiddle? You'd make haste to play your tune elsewhere, Bard." Kite said with a cold air about his voice that was alien to most Angels, but snuggled right at home in his own. He was no ordinary Angel, and it showed in his speech and actions.

Ayumi sighed, alas he had been destracted and now her interest was narrowing. She walked over to one of the nearby stalls so the pair could argue in peace yet it was not too far away so the man could return if he wished. She looked over the array of fine foods and saught out the bread. Her own had turned stale a few hours ago and she had been forced to feed it to some of the local animals.

"What do you wish for ma'am?" The common storeowner asked.

"Could i please inspect the prices of your fine bread?" She asked politely.