His eyes drifted away from her face for but a moment to catch a glimpse of the coin flicked into his case. The flute was brought back up wordlessly. As the mouth piece connected, he paused...waiting for the music to take him. And it did. Jingling past as a light breeze touched upon them. Blowing his hair flat back, Grayson leaned from the left to the right sailing in the wind's touch as his flute sang.
Mother Demeter.. Why do you hide away so far from your fields? Do not worry. The darkness is only as strong as the light allows. I believe one day you will find your strength. For yourself and your daughter. Let the wild protect you.
And so boy played. His song, now sang in deep winter. The emotions of long past feelings carried on the breeze. Once the earth lay dead. Where life seemed gone forever. Where the world mourned the loss of love. Where all strength was gone. Oh how their tears fell. One from above and the other below. Yet, when all hope seemed lost. The song shifted. It sang of virtue where one stepped out of the depths below and back into her mother's light. The world rejoiced with it's salvation. Yet with victory must come sacrifice. The song ended with bitter memory for the next winter that was sure to come.