Halcyon Halls

Who: Vallis, and Vivian
Where: The Music room
When: Early, early Sunday morning
What: A performance interrupted


Some evenings after returning home from work, when the sun was too close to risk spending much longer outside, she found herself wandering the castle halls. It gave her time to think in an environments that wasn't nearly as constricting as her dorm room. The previous night had been no different. Friday had been extremely busy, and tiring. So when her shift ended, in the early hours of Saturday morning, she returned promptly to the castle. If it hadn't been for her catching sight of the grounds keeper tending to a few matters not far from the school entrance on her way in, she likely would have retired. For a moment she had considered walking over, and speaking to him, or just doing something that might have drawn his eye to her. He probably knew she was there regardless. The truth was, she had no idea what she might say to him. For once, she knew that she was in the wrong. She almost felt as if she should apologize to him, but her pride wouldn't allow her to do so. So, when she walked up the lawn that morning, it was no surprise that her eyes had searched the area, for even the smallest sign that she wasn't alone. She found nothing.

Even with that small disappointment, she did not head for the Terrene common room. No, her feet carried her own, without much guidance, or directly. They moved on their own, while her mind danced between the beautiful little muse she knew would be sleeping at that moment, and the father she had abandoned. Her Jaida. The thought alone brought a soft smile to her lips. That was one thing that she did love, waking up next to the girl. Seeing her in those last few moments of sleep, when she was peaceful, and serene. No matter how much she adored that mouth, it was nice to see it at rest from time to time. Henry.... she couldn't even begin to imagine where he was at that moment. Nor what he might be doing, or thinking. Yes, he had been very angry with her the last time they spoke, but it was so hard to predict an outstanding reaction when it came to him. How long would the anger last? Or had it perhaps already left him, along with she from his mind.
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Who: Ava and Open
Where: The Music Room
When: Thursday Late Afternoon
What: Practice makes perfect...

For once in her life, Ava hadn't managed to insert herself into the nightlife of her new home. New York had been easy, almost too easy in the long run, and Gilford hadn't had much of a nightlife compared to the larger places. So right now, instead of going out, she was inside of the music room, getting ready to practice the one thing that calmed her and set her restless spirit at ease.

Choosing an aria from Thaïs, one of her favorite operas, she cleared her throat and began to sing. Her voice wasn't nearly as clear as it had been ten years ago, but still it carried, the soft and sweet dulcet tones weaving the tale of the courtesan from Alexandria being wooed away by the Cenobite monk Athanaël. The tale was a favorite of hers because in the ending the monk realized that his goal of saving the courtesan from her life of sin had merely led him to realize that his love for her was one that would never be realized when he had saved her.

Letting the notes carry clear and strong, she moved from one aria to another from the same opera. It was easy to sing when you no longer needed to breathe to survive and lifting the notes higher was a glory. The sound echoed in the empty room and she finished, pleased with the way the aria had ended. Her face was flushed from the exertion, despite her pallor, and she clapped her hands once in pleasure.

Now if only fitting into Halcyon Halls would prove to be so easy a challenge surmounted. Sighing, she cleared her throat, preparing to start another aria. She would clear out should anyone need the room, but for now she was simply enjoying being able to sing freely again.

Who: Simon and Jillian
What: Downtown Merriment
Where: Downtown
When: Saturday Afternoon

There was alcohol lining the streets. Quite literally. The local shops were celebrating the anniversary for discovering the finest romance beverage ever created- champagne. Some stores were making quite a hooplah about it, giving out small samples in cups (to of-age patrons only, unless the manager wasn't looking), selling candies, even giving out tiny platters of champagne Jello, the most bastardized version of the bubbly.

Simon had managed to snag a few samples, and was feeling the effects quite well in the heat. It was pleasant. He'd decided to go shopping for a ring, hopefully a cheap one. He was not a boy with much money. Either that, or he'd find himself a job down here. Whichever.

He finally came upon a nice jewelry store, one that didn't look too expensive but would still have nice stuff. He didn't want anything cheaply made. The door chimed as he walked in, and a sweet smell filled the air. he breathed it deeply.

"Champagne candle," the cashier explained. "Are you drunk?"
"No," he told her, making a face. But he kinda was. Just a little. Browsing though the array of shinies, he ignored the chime of the door as it opened again.