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There was a thick crowd moving through the square, common considering it was the main method of entering the Inner City of Alliria. It was an interesting blend of outfits and apparel; some wore regal fabrics and clothes, while others wore the common garb of a worker or craftsmen. The hollers of mothers after their mischievous children and the familiar sound of money being exchanged was prominent throughout the square, many paying little mind to the odd figure strolling through the crowd towards a nearby fountain.
A rapier at their side and a violin at their hand, along with the faceless mask on her face, it was a bit of an odd image. However, from the faces of some of the passerbys, they seemed to recognize her. She gave them a little nod and salute before moving on towards the fountain in the center. She hopped onto the edge of it with natural grace, a soft 'thud, thud' coming from the movement.
It was at this time the crowd began to properly take in her presence, most looking on with a sort of confusion. The bard, as she seemed to be, offered little explanation, instead looking up to the sky. Indeed, a familiar white shape was floating above, akin to a winged rabbit. Beneath the mask, she grinned, setting the violin under her chin and grasping the violin bow.
Slowly at first, speeding up as she continued, flowing music began to emanate from the violin as the bow made its round journey across the width of the violin. A fiddle-like jaunty tune began to play, the masked bard beginning to rapidly tap her foot to the tune. As the song progressed, the creature in the sky began to descend. He flew around the bard as she played and danced, circling around her before flying off over the crowd that was now beginning to stagnate as a few members stayed to listen. Oddly enough, as she continued to play, more and more instruments began to join in, even a light chorus at some moments. Despite it making no sense for a violinist to somehow simultaneously create the sound of drums and flutes or even a chorus, it appeared to be happening.
The bard began to dance more and more, even stepping foot in the fountain at times, her vision grinning to spin and turn from her movements, but the music did not cease, even for a moment. As she danced, images began to streak across the air beside, behind, and in front of her. On her left was a mirror image of her, dressed in the same clothing, except it was as white as snow. On her right was another mirror copy, this one dressed in black as dark as midnight. Both copies began to dance almost immediately, no longer having the constraints of playing a violin or obeying physical rules due to being mere illusions. Their movements seemed to flow almost unnaturally, contorting in ways that seemed to disobey gravity. Around the fountain, light sparks and stars began to coalesce and form, falling gently to the splashing waters below.
The juanty tune reached a high, some of the children in the crowd clapping their hands at the climax and the illusions, the sound of an ethereal chorus and drums reaching its loudest point. Although unseen by anyone except the closest row, the bard was beginning to breathe heavy from the exertion. Magic wasn't easy to sustain, especially when dancing and playing.
Suddenly, it appeared as the water in the fountain exploded outword, blasting towards the bard and the crowd. The violin hit its peak before being silenced as the illusions vanished, the nearest crowd members reacting instinctively by holding up their hands to block the water. However, the water suspended itself in the air right above the crowd, white and frothy as if it was taken from a wave itself, revealing the fountain to be perfectly fine and the masked bard bowing down, causing the crowd to begin to applaud the performance.
A rapier at their side and a violin at their hand, along with the faceless mask on her face, it was a bit of an odd image. However, from the faces of some of the passerbys, they seemed to recognize her. She gave them a little nod and salute before moving on towards the fountain in the center. She hopped onto the edge of it with natural grace, a soft 'thud, thud' coming from the movement.
It was at this time the crowd began to properly take in her presence, most looking on with a sort of confusion. The bard, as she seemed to be, offered little explanation, instead looking up to the sky. Indeed, a familiar white shape was floating above, akin to a winged rabbit. Beneath the mask, she grinned, setting the violin under her chin and grasping the violin bow.
Slowly at first, speeding up as she continued, flowing music began to emanate from the violin as the bow made its round journey across the width of the violin. A fiddle-like jaunty tune began to play, the masked bard beginning to rapidly tap her foot to the tune. As the song progressed, the creature in the sky began to descend. He flew around the bard as she played and danced, circling around her before flying off over the crowd that was now beginning to stagnate as a few members stayed to listen. Oddly enough, as she continued to play, more and more instruments began to join in, even a light chorus at some moments. Despite it making no sense for a violinist to somehow simultaneously create the sound of drums and flutes or even a chorus, it appeared to be happening.
The bard began to dance more and more, even stepping foot in the fountain at times, her vision grinning to spin and turn from her movements, but the music did not cease, even for a moment. As she danced, images began to streak across the air beside, behind, and in front of her. On her left was a mirror image of her, dressed in the same clothing, except it was as white as snow. On her right was another mirror copy, this one dressed in black as dark as midnight. Both copies began to dance almost immediately, no longer having the constraints of playing a violin or obeying physical rules due to being mere illusions. Their movements seemed to flow almost unnaturally, contorting in ways that seemed to disobey gravity. Around the fountain, light sparks and stars began to coalesce and form, falling gently to the splashing waters below.
The juanty tune reached a high, some of the children in the crowd clapping their hands at the climax and the illusions, the sound of an ethereal chorus and drums reaching its loudest point. Although unseen by anyone except the closest row, the bard was beginning to breathe heavy from the exertion. Magic wasn't easy to sustain, especially when dancing and playing.
Suddenly, it appeared as the water in the fountain exploded outword, blasting towards the bard and the crowd. The violin hit its peak before being silenced as the illusions vanished, the nearest crowd members reacting instinctively by holding up their hands to block the water. However, the water suspended itself in the air right above the crowd, white and frothy as if it was taken from a wave itself, revealing the fountain to be perfectly fine and the masked bard bowing down, causing the crowd to begin to applaud the performance.