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 Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 6:52 pm
 Pachelbel took a deep breath and looked around the grove once again. It was empty as it had been five minutes ago, but it didn't stop him from being slightly paranoid. He could preform for a group of humans for trade supplies, but other horses still made him nervous.
"Okay." he said out loud to himself. He took another deep breath, and closed his eyes centering himself, finding the music inside. The next moment he was in motion, his bells chiming out their clear rhythm as he moved. He smiled a bit to himself. This was what he lived for.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 9:28 pm
As she trotted brightly through the forest, hooves almost silence, Tin heard a sound on the breeze, and the trees whispered something strange. Stopping to see what was going on, her ears twitched in the direction of the odd melody - could it be... bells? She'd heard of them and the little chimes they made, but she'd never heard or seen one. Approaching the glade ahead quietly, Tin peered down into it.
Dancing there in the sunshine was a stallion decorated with beads and small golden bell-looking metallic things. Tilting her head to the side slightly in her curiosity, Tinúviel forgot how long her ears were as she watched him, and didn't notice that they stuck out above the foliage she was standing behind. She admired his bravery - to dance by himself without feeling silly. But she also wanted to join him.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 10:49 pm
Pach continued through his paces, twisting and turning to the music he wove with his body. He glanced looked over at the intruding mare, not really seeing her, and closed his eyes again moving to kick out with his hind legs creating a new beat in the song. A small tiny voice spoke up from the back of his mind that he was being watched, that someone was there. He dismissed the thought, but it was insistent and forced its way to his forethought. This time he took proper notice and nearly stumbled to his knees.
He quickly regained his feet and slowly turned his head towards the mare. "Uh...I..." he swallowed hard a, blush showing slightly through the green. "Hello?" he called out hesitantly, slightly embarrassed at getting caught.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 12:21 am
Tin watched him until he almost fell, then sucked in a breath and flinched. She hoped he was okay, but she wasn't about to get caught staring at him. She was just beginning to tiptoe away when his 'hello' reached her. So much for not getting caught, she thought to herself, turning about to struggle through the bushes. If she had been spotted, she might as well reveal herself.
Stepping into the sunlight that shone down in the grove, Tin gave him a smile that she hoped was encouraging. "Hello," she replied softly, not knowing if he would spook easily. He seemed bashful, which was better than being scared out of his wits, which had never happened to her before, but one never knew how someone might perceive them. "I heard your dancing," she said, gesturing with a nod of her head toward his tail, which was strung with bells. "The music was beautiful. You're very good," she added. "I wish I could dance like that. I love to dance." She cut herself off after that. She was talking too much - that always seemed to happen. Of course, he was very handsome, and she supposed that that probably had something to do with her inability to stop jabbering... Pretty boys killed off whatever witty responses she might have been able to come up with, which bothered her. Tin thought she should at least be able to talk sensibly around boys, but the ability just did not come naturally to her.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 7:20 am
Pachelbel watched her step properly into the light. His eyes widened slightly at finally getting a good look at her. The sunlight caught the light on the metal jewelry she wore and gave her a slight glow. He had to blink once to get his eyes to adjust and return his vision to normal. Something about her appearance made him pause and try to remember a story his mother had told him and his brother a long time ago...What was it? Something about Guardians of the Forest? That sounded about right but he wasn't sure, and he didn't want to embarrass himself by asking a silly question.
He watched her smile and nearly all thoughts went out of his head. She was very pretty when she smiled. No, that was an understatement, but being poetic wasn't his forte. When she complimented him on his music and dance he felt himself blush a bit deeper and resisted the urge to scuff a hoof. He'd danced for so few other soquili, that he wasn't used to accepting compliments about it. Human praise was easy to accept, praise from pretty girls was something else entirely.
"Thank you." he said his voice cracking. He cleared his throat and then tried again. "Thank you. I've been in training since I was little." he said his voice mellow like the big bells on his tail. "My entire family dances, well my mother and I more so that my brother and father, but they like to watch and my brother can when it suits him." he stopped himself before he decided to divulge his entire families history and decided to latch on to the one thing he knew he could talk about without tripping over his own tongue. "You dance?" he asked offering a small smile at her.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 9:55 am
Tin's lip twitched at the corner as she tried not to grin. A dancing family? How wonderful. No wonder he could dance.... But he was so shy! At least... It seemed like it, the way he'd stumbled and stuttered a bit when he'd discovered that she was there. Mentally shaking the thought away, Tin focused on him again. He'd asked her a question.
Thinking about it, she 'hmm'ed a little. "I dance," Tin replied, "But only a little, and not the kind of dancing you do... Though I can sing a bit," she added, smiling back. "I don't really have anything musical attached to me, like you do, but I can dance with the wind," she said, wondering how weird that must sound. She tried to explain more. "What I mean is that, um... I can hear the trees and the wind, and the music they make." Tin tilted her head to the side, ears almost flopping - "Does that make sense?" she asked, not entirely sure he would understand, though he might connect the leaves wreathed around her neck with the forest; her mother was a dryad, after all.
Really hoping he wouldn't think she was some kind of oddball, Tinúviel took a few steps closer to him as she talked; it felt kind of awkward that they were standing so far apart and trying to bridge the distance with only their voices. Studying him a little more as she got closer, she realized that he looked almost sprite-ly with that color green... And the way he danced was almost too natural to be, well, natural. There had to be something more to his family than just being dancers with bells. Tin knew it was none of her business, but her curiosity and fascination were getting the best of her - she couldn't help but wonder.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 6:19 pm
Pach watched her as she moved closer. He swallowed and planted his feet determined not to take a few steps back. He was not going to run away like a scared little colt. In his head he could almost hear his mother's voice, gently teasing him about it. She wouldn't have had any problems, she had never had a problem making friends, neither had his brother for that matter. He mentally sighed, he'd heard his mother had a sister who was shy, but....He cut off his train of thought. It was only going to lead in circles.
Besides, she was talking, and not just about anything. She was talking about Dancing. The thing he'd devoted his whole life to. "I...I've heard of a lot of types of dancing." he said hoping to reassure her about dancing with the wind. "My mother has told me about those that dance with water, or with spirits, although I'm not sure how that one works..." he frowned for a moment in thought. "And...dancing with bells is sort of like dancing with the wind, I think...maybe...I mean they chime and the sound is carried on the breeze, and..." he stopped and looked at her. "Am I making any sense?" he asked hopefully.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 12:20 am
"A little," Tin replied, when he returned her question about making sense. She smiled - they seemed to have at least the self-conscious part of their personalities in common. "The dancing I do... The trees tell me how the wind is moving, and the wind whispers a song," she said, beginning to fall into the awe that her dancing usually left her with. Knowing that that might sound a little cryptic, Tin turned a shy gaze on him. "I could maybe show you, if you want..." she offered, a little nervous and fluttery. She'd never danced in front of anyone that wasn't a filly, her mother, or her familiar before - and she'd never ever danced in front of a boy.
She could only imagine what her father might think if he saw her right now, but Tin thought he might be somewhere between trepidation and pride. Turning her thoughts back to the situation at hand, she listened for the wind, in case he wanted to see what she could do. She really hoped she wouldn't have to dance in near-silence; Tin knew that was what it would sound like to someone who couldn't hear the things that she could... Hopefully he would take part in the dance so his bells could make those beautiful chimes again. That is, if he wanted to see her dance at all. Tinúviel sighed internally - getting carried away again.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 8:36 am
Pach's eyes widened slightly. She would dance for him? His mind raced for a moment. What should he say? He wanted to see, but he didn't want her to think he was pushy. He hesitated before looking back at her. "Y-y-yes...I would love to see." he said slowly. "But only if you want to." he added quickly. He smiled a bit, hoping it looked encouraging.
"I've never seen any other forms of dance except for my own families, and I've always wanted too." he said. He wondered what her dancing would be like, would it be anything like his, and would he be able to learn it himself if she could teach him? The thought of watching her dance excited him, he wondered if he'd be able to keep himself still while she did. He hoped she wouldn't mind if he happened to join her. His ears flicked as he felt a slight breeze pick up through the clearing. "When ever you're ready...if you want." he said watching her.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 9:31 am
She needed no more encouragement, however anxious she might be. Tinúviel turned her ears on, feeling the breeze ruffle her mane. She exhaled out, letting the wind take her breath before breathing in. It whispered hu-hush, hu-hush from the west, as though calming a fussing child. Smiling a little bit, Tin greeted the wind with a low, slow bow, backing a little bit away from the stallion so she wouldn't kick him or something. And then, turning her full attention to the trees, she listened to their voices.
In this lazy summer day, the movements of the wind were quiet and subtle, soft and low... Though she enjoyed storms much more, her dancing took on a grace that only the wind could give her - mane and tail fluttering about, leaves rustling, jewelry clinking. Her earrings and hairsticks binged easily against each other in a tiny rhythm as her head moved. Hearing a heartbeat on the wind - fwoosh, fwo-fwoosh - Tin picked her feet up and swished her tail to the beat. It was a wistful kind of dance with the leaves rustling about on the ground and her hair blowing this way and that. Some kind of air filled her lungs and left her breathless. Though she couldn't be bothered to shake her forelock out of her eyes, Tin would know if he joined her - the bells would start chiming. Thinking about him gave her a few weird little butterflies in her tummy, and she spun around in a circle before daring to let her footsteps trace one around him.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 9:47 am
Pach watched her start to move, and suddenly became spellbound by her movements. He'd thought she was beautiful before, but in motion she was divine. He studied the way she moved as much entranced as a stallion could be by a mare, but also as a student of dance and music. He strained his ears trying to hear the cues that guided her motion, but couldn't exactly distinguish what made her go one way, or the other.
Her movements were slow, and there was something else about it he couldn't quite put his hoof on, it wasn't exactly sad...but there was something missing. As she moved closer to him he felt it take hold of him, and he moved precisely and one almost mournful come came from the bells on his tail, and then he was moving with her, filling the silence between breaths of wind with the chimes of his bells, his body twisting and turning with hers almost as one motion.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 10:18 am
She watched him as he began to move, making her little ring around him. And the weirdest thing happened - she began dancing to the bells and the breeze; it was like dancing on the silent beats, the rests, only the rests weren't so silent anymore. Instead, the bells pealed an aria on the wind. Finishing her circle, Tin kept dancing about, her movements changing little by little to become a hybrid of wind dance and bell dance. The bells had enchanted her, and though she hadn't thought much about it, so had he...
Tin watched him dance, flicking her forelock out of her eyes with a quick nod of her head on a chime. This guy, so gentle in his approach, was an amazingly majestic dancer. While thinking this, she had subconsciously stopped in her step, with only a hoof or two and her tail moving. Shaking her head, she wondered what she was waiting for - sometimes her ears channeled messages to her brain that she couldn't decode right away. And then she heard it - a single gust, soaring this way toward the east, rushing down on the grove to dance with them. Laughing breathlessly, she turned about to her left to be ready for it.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 10:34 am
Pach kept the chiming up, using all his skills to keep the melody moving with them. He'd danced with a partner before this, but that was his mother, and this was completely different from that. Dancing with this girl was more intense, more...special somehow. He watched her pause only moving slightly in pace, he slowed his own movement and kept the deep chimes of his tail bells going by stamping his back legs in time.
This time there was no missing it, the huge gust of wind that came barreling towards them, he turned with her and added his own voice to hers as it came swirling about them, lifting manes and tails, setting all his bells off as it tugged at him.
When it had passed he stood there breathless, he took several huge gulps of air to clear his head, he then looked over at the beautiful mare standing near him. "That was...amazing." he said softly.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 5:32 pm
The gust of wind pushed her hair back, completely out of her face for once, green eyes sparkling with glee. Her jewelry clinked about as the breeze died down. Meeting his gaze, she looked at her new friend - nothing brought people together like dancing. "That was almost surreal," she replied, fighting the urge to squeal That was so much fun! at the top of her lungs. And then she looked at him again, realizing that she hadn't introduced herself - had even forgotten that she didn't know his name. It was almost like names didn't matter... They'd connected on such a different level. "My name is Tinúviel," she said, a little more shy now that she had realized her mistake. "I forgot to introduce myself earlier. What's your name?" she asked, tilting her head again, ears flopping to the side. Ugh, her ears annoyed her. Why were they so long? She knew her mother had long ears, but why did she have to have them too? Shaking her head a little with irritation at herself, she returned her attention to him.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 6:26 pm
Pach nodded. He'd never felt so close to anyone while dancing before. Then again he'd never danced with anyone outside of his family before, but even then he didn't think dancing with anyone else would be like dancing with this girl. The way her eyes sparkled and the light touched her...Pach shook his head setting the bell in his mane to chiming softly.
He nearly missed what she said at first but he heard the next thing she said. Her name, Tinúviel, it was beautiful, like a nightingale's song on a summer evening. He watched her tilt her head, her unusually long ears flopping over. He resisted the urge to smile, not wanting her to think he didn't like them. On the contrary he thought they were adorable. Something that just added to her beauty.
"Pachelbel, I'm Pachelbel." he said introducing himself, "But...some call me Pach." he said, not mentioning that some only included his family. "And you are...an amazing dancer, Tinúviel." he said testing the sound of her name on his tongue. He shivered almost at the sound, it reminded him vaguely of the silvery peels of tiny bells.
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