Originally Posted by Erin
"What wishes have you played upon it? Does it play things other than wishes?"
"The traditional wishes. For fame, for love, for glory, for beauty, for wealth, for health." Harvey said, idly strumming a few notes. Still, the harp made not a sound, though Erin's teeth were ready to start chattering from the cold. "The form may change, but the soul of the wish never does."
Close up, the harp was a thing of dark beauty. It was carved from ebon wood, at least a dozen individual pieces that Erin could notice, all held together by pale pins of what Erin strongly suspected was bone. It had been polished, but the polish had worn off in places due to time and use. This was not a display piece, but a working instrument. Most interesting were the strings however, which were pale and translucent, more like silken strands attached to knobs of bone and ebony.
"I have played for wedding feasts and funeral corteges, but only on borrowed instruments." Harvey said, smiling faintly. The P˙ca moved to stow the harp. "This is for wishes."
Originally Posted by Erin
"May my companions and I join you at this feast, Maestro?"
"You've earned it, so dig in!" The Maestro said, waving a hand. "The more the merrier. The merrier the more!"
And indeed, while Erin had been singing, more food had appeared under the plates. It never quite materialized out of thin air, but a covered dish that had been thoroughly empty now had a roast duck braised in stewed dream-a-drupes, or puddings of blood with a silver coin poking out of the tip.
"Now, we feast, then we a quick nap, then we head off to the land beneath the mound." The Maestro declared, helping herself to a slice of duck. "Sound about right, Harv?" The P˙ca merely smiled and nodded. "What about you, Erin?"
Originally Posted by Underwood
"What do you say? Sometimes, all it takes for things to come out right is a good musical numberů"
"You remind me of one of those charity celebrities." Cinder said with a small smile, listening to the music which Sparky played. The scarred werewolf didn't move while she listened, but she did close her eyes. "That everything could be solved if we all just sang together. It's endearing, if foolish."
Cinder looked at Underwood for a moment, and then laughed quietly, almost more an exhalation of breath than an actual laugh. "Fine. Let us go sing for our supper."
As Cinder stood up, there was something different
about her. The Fair Folk were beautiful, and when Erin sang, it was with an ineffable beauty born of glamour. Fair of face, fair of voice, the fae came by their names honestly. Cinder was different. Her form rippled with power, and one could see a barely visible aura about her, one of coruscating flames and raw vitality. Cinder was a living flame, creation and destruction combined into one.
And when Underwood sang, so did she, fair and beautiful, yes, but with a note of danger beneath it.
Cinder's Singing (5)
Dice Roll: 13d10s8ez
d10 Results: 7, 1, 3, 9, 10, 3, 7, 4, 3, 3, 9, 9, 10, 4, 3 (Total Successes = 5)