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Topic Started: March 30, 2014, 8:19 pm (266 Views)
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Darkness. In some strange way, the complete darkness of night was a comfort. The lack of detail filled the world, until all were evenly buried within it's depth. It placed the world on an equal standing, not one person at an advantage over another. At least, that was the theory. Whether that theory held true or not was of no consequence. The mere fact that it existed was enough comfort to last until the first rays of sun broke through. Night would typically hold some sort of mystery, some fear of the unknown, though the rare few find it to be different. The night was peaceful, quiet. No sound to hear save the whispers of the wind. Well, the wind and the occasional passer-by, much less commonplace than during typical daytime hours. It was the perfect time for reflection. Not something often acted upon, but frequently thought of. Though, wasn't that the purpose of reflection - to think? Think and Remember. To turn focus towards something higher than the simple day-to-day activities. Teleos.

It was never much of a concern before; the concept of Teleos being something mostly talked about by elders, and not really relevant to a young child's life. That sort of thought process wasn't important. Realizing the falsehood of that thinking was a step in the proper direction in and of itself. It came as almost a surprise to realize that, in discerning the importance of that oneness, that completeness, the first step in achieving such goal became possible. That first step every young child must make, the beginning of a journey that was sure to take the entirety of their life to complete. The journey beyond that first step was different for everyone, yet filled with similarities. It was a journey best shared with like-minded individuals, working individually towards their own goal, while, whether intentionally or not, assisting others towards theirs as well.

Kimi wandered, the night her salvation, her guide, her refuge. It was the place, more than anywhere else, that she felt at home. Not because of the darkness or the shadows, but for the silence it brought. It was a time when she could get away from the crazy hustle of the average person, and listen to what was really important - the natural sounds of the rhythm of life. The music that it felt only played in the silence. Violin in hand, she rose the bow to the instrument, and played the first haunting notes. Her eyes tightly shut, it was as if nothing existed save her music. A somber tune, it echoed through the empty streets, the abandoned alleys, through openings and clearings alike. Most who heard the song would brush it off, the music blending with the natural sounds so well, most half-sleeping minds would consider it nothing but the whispers of the wind. It was the best time for such things. This was the moment. That time when she was most at home. Kimi at her most Kimi. It was these moments that she truly felt the whispers of the Gods...the calling to be more. Girl and nature blending together until there was nothing but the music.

It was in that moment that she could feel her mother's presence. The woman she never knew, bringing a new sort of power and emotion to the song of the earth. The sorrowful melody turning darker, a haunting tune of despair and longing. It was as if the world could feel the things that the young girl only now allowed herself to feel, and brought them to a head, pulling them from her until there was no stopping the emergence. The world twisting them and carrying them as if it was it's own voice. For a moment, woman and daughter were as one, the young girl following the footsteps of her mother, though she had no way of knowing. Maybe destiny, or something not so complicated, was leading her actions to such a place, she cared not. All that existed was the music.

The world turned, and as it turned, so did Kimi play. It was as natural as breathing, arguably moreso. The world continuing its motions around her, moving with her, absorbing her song into itself as she became one with that which was around her. It was the one place she truly felt at home. With her starting at the Academy, she feared she would no longer have time or energy for her late night ventures. Schooling would be difficult - she knew that when she signed up; she simply wasn’t sure she could give up her time with nature’s song. At present, however, not even the slightest hint of that thought could be found. Nothing crossed through her mind that was not a direct line connecting her to the music of the earth.

The song twisted and turned, each slight adjustment in the wind around her causing the song to turn in just as slight a way, blending completely with the world around. Long hair swept to the side as the wind blew past, though the girl paid it no mind. Even when her face was all but fully obscured by her long bangs, she made no motion save the violin. The moonlight seemed to shine on her from directly above, casting her world in a pale glow. The deep blue of her violin seemed to reach out to the moonlight, calling its rays onto itself, projecting them forth as the moon does the sun. The bow glittered as if speckled with stars. The instrument was beautiful at any time, but one look at it now would reveal the truth – it was made for the night. The owner of the instrument was no different. Her hair, as black as the darkest of shadows, seemed to cast her entire figure in a silhouette of black, blending flawlessly with not only her clothing, but the shadow of the earth as well. Her being was blanketed in black, a faceless avatar for the instrument she held. Her eyes, were they to be opened, would shine the same light blue they always did, the shadowy light only serving to intensify their brightness. It was almost a shame that she kept them shut, her face so peaceful that, if one didn’t know better, they would mistake her for sleeping.

A sound, the faintest whisper of a new piece to the symphony, caught her ear, though she made no sign of noticing. It was a sound she could only explain as shadows being washed away. She was no longer alone. Her knowledge confirmed once the newcomer spoke. His voice was soft, anyone farther away, with less skill for the delicate shifting changes of the sounds around them, would have missed what he said. Bu t the girl missed nothing. The song shifted ever so slightly, the world accommodating for the intruder. It shifted, but did not stop.

To cease playing when the song had just begun to reach its crescendo would be a crime. Not even allowing the voice of her new companion to break the serenade, she continued, weaving an intricate web of notes, ever increasing in volume, yet maintaining the same sort of subtlety that tied it all together. The haunting refrain grew until it seemed that one lone instrument held by a single small girl couldn’t possibly hold it in. Just as it reached the peak, it dropped, flowing quickly into a quiet, almost inaudible melody. An undertone, more than anything else. Still holding the same emotion, yet lacking quite the same level of intensity, it was then that the girl opened her eyes. Her posture relaxed ever so slightly as she played on, the music dimmed to the point of a whispering wind. Now. Now she was ready to address her newfound companion. You very nearly interrupted my song! her thought begged to be released, but she forced it aside. Now was not the time for snappy remarks. No, this was a time of calm musings. The song was at its ending, well, as much of an ending as it can have, and no real harm was done. "Why thank you.” Kimi took the compliment in stride. There was no point denying that the music was not perfect, though she really couldn’t take the credit for that. She was simply a channel through which the music flowed, translating itself from the vaguest hint of reality into the tune that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.

Still playing a soft tune, she popped up on her toes for just long enough to make a small quarter turn in the other’s direction. It wasn’t enough that she was actually facing them, but enough to signal that she was, in fact, devoting a portion of her conscious thought towards them, and the conversation. It was a sign of respect that, if the visitor were to know her they would know, was a rare occurrence for her. The way the visitor seemed to just…appear…intrigued her. She heard not his approach, despite her connection with everything around her. It wasn’t until he began to emerge that his presence became known. It made her respect them, if only a little. More than she would typically give a random bystander who decided it was prudent to interrupt her song. ”I find this time to be best suited towards reflection. So yes, it is.” she spoke in an almost melodic way, even her voice complimenting the song she still played.

It was, by all accounts, a strange occurrence. Never before had the consistent ritual of music been broken. Night after night without end, the music of the earth, channeled through the female, floated through the air. And, night after night, said music was uninterrupted. Every night…until now. It was strange, to her, that it would be that night, of all nights, that would have been interrupted. That night in which, seven years ago, a small child first made her way through the maze of a city. She had followed a figure she couldn’t identify, yet felt so at home with, to that exact spot. The same figure at who’s encouragement, convinced the small child to take out the violin, and slide bow against string. The figure who’s steady presence led her through the motions, teaching her the way of the song…teaching her to listen. That was the first night she heard the song.

Nearly every night since, the girl returned to that exact spot, playing the ever-changing song. That shadowed figure no longer led her in her path, no longer showed itself to the girl, but she knew they were still there. She could feel their presence in every note, every breath. It was the only time she could feel that peace. The spirit comforted her in ways she never understood. Kimi heard tell of a mother’s love being the most pure, wholesome love in existence. The young girl never knew such love, instead being filled with a longing she could never quite express. A longing that could only be sated by her nightly playing. Many a night, the young girl had fallen asleep under the starry sky, waking feeling as though she had been wrapped in a warm embrace throughout the entire night. That constant presence soothed her longing, almost made her forget that she was alone. Alone with a father who was hardly ever around, too busy with his job to be home for his young child, and a violin – the only thing left to remind the girl of the mother she never knew. The mother she had apparently shared so much with…the mother who shown so brightly through her daughter that the girl’s father couldn’t even look at her most days without seeing her mother reflected in her very being.

”Reflection is best done within the confines of the mind…Speaking aloud can break the safety of the moment…” she muttered, a rather defensive action. She had never spoken to another of her purpose for being there, and, as such, wasn’t sure if she could trust the newcomer. Neverless, not a moment later, she reconsidered. This guy…he was different from the day-to-day people she dealt with…that much was obvious just by his way of speaking. He called her a child of the night. She supposed that was what she had become. The motherless child adopted by the night itself. Had she lost anyone? Someone who died? ”Mother…” her voice was barely above a whisper as the single word escaped her lips. A word she had never actually spoken aloud. Any typical reference to her mother was by name alone, never any sort of familial title. She surprised herself with it. She bit her lip, forcing herself to calm down.

The music faltered.
I'll whisper in your ear,
You are mine, and you will never have to be alone.
And when I pull you near,
You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone.
So let me be the one to lift you up,
I'll carry you home.
'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe,
And to catch you when you fall.
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