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Post by sumatrae on Nov 7, 2012 22:14:05 GMT -5
With a flourish Tula ended the fiddle tune, frowning as her few viewers walked away. Usually she got a better turnout than this at the rich tavern! Oh well, at least it was only 6am, business would speed up as the day went on. Smiling at the thought but still slightly worried at the fate of her dinner the small tortie launched herself into another upbeat dancing tune, fingers flying over the fretboard. Hopping and skipping to the music she danced around, scarf swaying behind her.
It was starting to get light out now, thank goodness. The sunrise was beautiful, pink and orange stained the atmosphere. Breathing out your breath came as mist and there was a definite nip to the air. Rain clouds gathered in the east and threatened to overthrow the city with water bullets later in the afternoon. But Tula's thoughts on this were only how pretty the clouds looked in the sunrise. As usual, most logic was wasted on the young musician.
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Post by alphabetzoo on Nov 12, 2012 13:32:44 GMT -5
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The sun was rising, the clouds casting darkening shadows over the land and Hope was out and ready to see the world once more, but his energy wasn't in it today. Went to bed little too late the night before due to a late night scavenger hunt in the forest nearby for any new sounds he might find or little items he could make into trinkets. But, it was out luck as he stifled out a yawn and as he had the other arm crossed behind his head. As he crossed his other paw over, he adjusted his head to look around his surroundings to find out where he was when he twitched his ears to something interesting. Ah, yes, music.
Hope turned his head in the direction of where it was coming from, the sound was faint but he began to follow hesitantly as the closer he got, the louder the tone had become until in the not too far distant, he saw a she-cat, giving off a pretty remarkable performance. A small grin grew as he started to walk towards the direction of her until he was at a good view to be an audience, though watched in silence as she performed. He was always a sucker for watching the performers on the streets to the point he'd watch them for hours if he could. At some point of Tula's performance, he spoke out shyly, "You've got a nice show going on."
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Post by sumatrae on Nov 23, 2012 1:14:02 GMT -5
Tula twirled and skipped along to her tune, lost in her music as usual. She never seemed to be able to keep her logic straight once she let her paws touch the bow. Grinning she hopped in and out of the crowd, weaving around while keeping the beat steady and the notes coming smoothly. Speeding up slightly, just cause she could, the young tortie noticed a black tom at the back of the crowd looking just as lost in the tune as she was. But seeing the gold shimmering as the sun continued to rise drove the thought right out of her hand and stilled her hand. The note hung in midair for a moment, string vibrating. Glinting green slits observed the fiery sunrise and small black paws started to move into a different song. Improvisation formed the tune although it could've been composed on paper. The lightly woven threads of music seemed to recreate the scene as Tulila puffed her breath out softly.
"Sorry? What was that?" The tortie swished her tail and danced over to a black tom who had spoken to her. Smiling at him she conducted her conversation while toes moved independently, doing their job. She had an overall cheerful impression as her eyes sparkled merrily. It took a lot to upset that little she-cat!
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