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| Topic Started: Aug 10 2008, 05:39 PM (195 Views) | |
| Jester | Sep 28 2008, 05:18 PM Post #16 |
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The Jester did not acknowledge the other persons today in the room instead he moved with the fleeting shadows, letting his viol express his mood. The moment the soldier questioned him, a lively tune came out ringing from the instrument, a playful mocking tune, often played by mothers to their babes at night. Smooth, melancholic and somewhat mocking though its notes somewhat masked by a greater power that is neither magical nor spiritual. Turning his attention and his music towards the young girl, he let out a small jig followed with a somewhat seven chorded tune which was audibly a tune both sad and yet somewhat reminiscent of a small creeping sunlight by the window pane after a storm. Either way a he let a few wrong notes slip, letting know of everyone of his displeasure of the girl's recent escapades to the city. 'Neath the carefully crafted music there lay a few thoughts which he woven carefully with the music: A lady ought to behave herself. Slipping from shadows to shadows he continued with his small musical mood music accentuating each and every word uttered within the recesses of the hall. Then he stopped. Putting away his viol on the table, he took from his vest a rather large over sized pocket watch. How he took it I shan't elaborate but it was indeed an act of comical farce and indeed when the Jester finally managed to subdue the watch he peered at it as though inspecting and moved towards the two figures, his long robes trailing behind him, the bells clinking and clanging with each step the small man took. Indeed small would be the perfect word to describe him for the guard towered over him and even by his size, the young lady Ciri, would soon grow taller than him in a couple of years or so. "Stuffy stuffy stuffy air," pierced the rather tedious tone inside the hall, "No good stuffy air. What we need is sun and shine and a breather good. Perhaps Master Captain of the Guards would take a suggestion to make Lady Ciri accustomed and better fun? Yes? Yes? Yes Lady Ciri loves horses does she not? Perhaps Master Captain of the Guards would assist the Jester?" |
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