Dancing With the Wind, Singing With The Thunder.

[WhenWizardsWar]

The wind blows gently down the trade way, swirling around the Friendly Arm Inn and drifting further south towards Beregost. The sky over head darkens with clouds and there is the distant roar of approaching thunder.

A woman stands upon a raised hill, more of a mountain cliff then a hill but as long as it brings her closer to the sky she doesnt care either way. As she approaches the cliffside she disrobes, bareing her flesh towards the approaching storm. Her delicate hands raise a flute to her hands and she begins to whistle a haunting, omen laden tune, to which the air around her seems to respond. The hair on her head begins to shift and toss about as a gust of strong wind begins to whip around her just as a heavy rain begins to fall. The storm finally passes overhead, the ground around her soaked to the point her slim figure is pitter pattered by the rain drops impacting the mud around her.

The wind howls on its own now as the storm looms over head, the sky peals with thunder and veins of lightning jut across its dark skin of clouds. The woman does not fear, instead she revels and raises her hands to the sky as she begins to dance and jive wildly banging her drum in perfect timeing with the thunder claps. She cries to the heavens, her voice distorted and indistingishable from the cacophony of the storm, she cries and calls out to the sky for the entire length of the storm and not once does she stop dancing until the rain stops and the wind dies down. The storm abated she sits upon the muddy ground watching the dark clouds slink away across the region and she sighs deeply.

Picking up her flute she begins to play again only this time the tune is one of profound sadness as if she has been ignored or perhaps forgotten by someone or something she respects and worships with all her heart.

She cries in sadness for along time, wondering why her song and dance went ignored, ignored like it has been so many times before...

She cries...