Who: Harper, ? When: The night after she arrives Where: Summerhall, among the players, mummers and various civilians Rating: PG13 to be safe? Status: Open! :D
Harper had separated from her father at least for tonight. There was a lot to experience, and a lot to take in. Eventually she had discarded the Kingdoms' style dress in favor of something a lot more comfortable.
She didn't know the story behind the songs he was singing, but they were fantastically dark. There was a play in there, somewhere. The songs were obviously not for the more well-born company, but the company now was hardly well born. Certain games may always revolve around nobility, but life was larger than just that.
She had no fear of being targeted, if she was she could take care of herself. Be it by knife, or by poison, you did not leave her mother's house without learning a few tricks. In public she only indulged when surrounded by people she could trust not to poison the glass. It was the songs that were drawing her in, and though the lyrics were dark in places, hopeful in others, she was still able to dance to them. That was important on a spiritual level, rumors abounded about a death - though no one could say who - and someone had to send them on their proper way, if not with coin than with dance.
She was getting a bit of an audience, but that was nothing new. The mummer at least seemed to know, and though he kept singing his story the music left her with a good beat, and the lyrics could well have been about about crossing that last river, saving the one you loved from death itself.
Harper danced a send off, her feet bare and the earth cool beneath them. For a moment, she was caught up, but no music lasted forever. Though, when the music stopped and the dance ended, the rest was never just silence despite the popular saying.