Post by Praxis on Nov 16, 2021 7:24:09 GMT
a fairy tale life
can be oh so overrated, so raise your voice
Green.
It had been one of the first colors they had seen with their eyes, burning in the sunlight as they had emerged from their cave long ago. The green, brown, gold, and reds as the Earth began to shift in its seasons to a chilling day. Something that had chilled them to their bones when they dared to step out of that cave not so long ago, sopping wet.
And yet they were back here again. Dry and bundled up, well fed and curiosity dripping from their persona in the waters place. Discussions with the two young women had caused the fairy to seek their fountain yet again, dragging them back along the path they had taken. While it had been sloppy and unmemorized, there were at least fragments of the path they could piece together. All they had to do was rely on their feet and the pull of their heart.
Still, it could only get them so far. Their legs whining against the weight and duration of their path, winding haphazardly through the roads of Hyrule and the paths of the forest. Faron woods felt so much larger now that they were so much smaller and had so much less knowledge.
A melody.
Breaking through the gentle sounds of the forest, riding on winds chills to sink into their bones. An instrument, plucked with cautious fingers to play a charming tune. Praxis couldn’t remember the last time someone had played, much less for them. So while the song was for the silence of the forest, a call for nothing but a tune, Praxis followed it patiently. Each note bringing them closer and each step mixing to lazily follow its beat.
Tap. Pluck. Tap. Pluck.
A footstep, a note, a footstep, a note. Until finally, the player had been found. A young man with striking red hair and a lute in his hands. Praxis stared at the way his fingers moved across the strings, such simple actions creating a soft symphony that felt oddly comforting to hear. So they’d simply lean against one of the trees, listening to him play. Only when a lull in the music would arrive would Praxis’ voice come to fill the silence left sadly in its wake.
“You play beautifully.”
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PYXIS ★
