Wolfs Heart
It had been Ne'kar who offered to go and get more building supplies for his mother, Alma. He had never been outside of Kurt's Ranch and saw it as a good opportunity to see what else the island had to offer. Did he want to spend his whole life living on the alpaca farm? He wasn't sure. He hadn't told his family about his other motives for offering to get supplies.
Zamarad was the closest village to Kurt's Ranch. It was highly unlikely that he would find extra raw building material there, if he did find any it was likely not going to be affordable for him. It was necessary to pass through Zamarad to get to any of the other villages though, so he might as well stop for at least his own explorations. The market plaza was the easiest place to stumble upon as Ne'kar made his way through town, so he took a moment to browse through the wares.
Zamarad was the closest village to Kurt's Ranch. It was highly unlikely that he would find extra raw building material there, if he did find any it was likely not going to be affordable for him. It was necessary to pass through Zamarad to get to any of the other villages though, so he might as well stop for at least his own explorations. The market plaza was the easiest place to stumble upon as Ne'kar made his way through town, so he took a moment to browse through the wares.
Daisicle
As the midday sun reached it's peak in the sky and the market was in full swing, it signaled for the beginning of what was usually a pair of songbirds' performance. Usually. For the past several weeks, following their eventful night at Las Venus and a pair of recent additions to the harpies' numbers, only one sister had sang their song. It had been awkward, even difficult, at first, but Sonorila had adapted by now.
Some might think it strange for those of her kind to cohabitate as they did, even stranger for them to participate in regular pae society. Perhaps they were right. But having been raised since hatching as a regular member of the village orphanage, most of those 'feral' habits had been weaned out... or at least learned how to be managed in productive ways.
She perched in her normal spot - her feathers, her hair, her nails impeccably cleaned and styles to her preference - and offered the quickly-forming crowd a wave and a smile. She took a deep breath through her nose, closed her eyes, and let her vocals resonate through those about the marketplace. Such was the job of a songstress.
Some might think it strange for those of her kind to cohabitate as they did, even stranger for them to participate in regular pae society. Perhaps they were right. But having been raised since hatching as a regular member of the village orphanage, most of those 'feral' habits had been weaned out... or at least learned how to be managed in productive ways.
She perched in her normal spot - her feathers, her hair, her nails impeccably cleaned and styles to her preference - and offered the quickly-forming crowd a wave and a smile. She took a deep breath through her nose, closed her eyes, and let her vocals resonate through those about the marketplace. Such was the job of a songstress.
Wolfs Heart
The market was almost overwhelming for Ne'kar. The hustle and bustle and the variety of different goods that were all begging for his attention, it was a lot for a somewhat simple farm boy. He moved from stand to stand, wishing he had more to offer in exchange than what he had brought, but it was still fascinating to see what there was. A sound cut through over the low mumble of pae in conversation. It was enough to make Ne'kar stop in his tracks.
Someone was singing. Only he had never heard singing quite like that. They weren't just making noise or passing time, it was beautiful like an art form. He set down the bauble he had been inspecting and made his way towards where the sound was coming from.
The song was mesmerizing enough on its own, and Ne'kar seemed entranced as he joined the crowd surrounding the singer, but when he at last caught sight of the singer the mystery deepened. An angel? No. Ne'kar had never seen a harpy before. "Wow."
Someone was singing. Only he had never heard singing quite like that. They weren't just making noise or passing time, it was beautiful like an art form. He set down the bauble he had been inspecting and made his way towards where the sound was coming from.
The song was mesmerizing enough on its own, and Ne'kar seemed entranced as he joined the crowd surrounding the singer, but when he at last caught sight of the singer the mystery deepened. An angel? No. Ne'kar had never seen a harpy before. "Wow."
Daisicle
Sonorila made small movements as she sang, her eyes scanning over the crowd, her arms reaching forward and pulling back. The lyrics were some story about Zamarad's creation - how it'd been fallen and been reborn into its current state, favored by its patron deity and her children - laced with euphemisms and embellishments, of course. Normally it would have included competing melodies woven in such a manner that the acappela nature of it was less notable, but a solo singer could only do so much.
Perhaps she should bite her tongue and request at least some sort of musical accompaniment from the village leadership, at least until her sister could return.
As her first song finished, she let her final tones fade before offering the crowd a smile and a wave. She'd take a small break to drink before continuing with her set. With a light flap of the wings, she touched down onto the stoned pavement before moving to the usual nearby peddler for her usual order.
Perhaps she should bite her tongue and request at least some sort of musical accompaniment from the village leadership, at least until her sister could return.
As her first song finished, she let her final tones fade before offering the crowd a smile and a wave. She'd take a small break to drink before continuing with her set. With a light flap of the wings, she touched down onto the stoned pavement before moving to the usual nearby peddler for her usual order.
