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THE Ka · 01-18-2005, 06:51 PM

Rasputina sat there at the table listening to Caity playing her flute, and picturing the song the band played. It spoke of a woman enclosed in a tower, and although it seemed outplaced but, it was beautiful as it floated through the air. Rasputina felt compelled for a song, and for this one she needed a drummer. No longer as shy as before, she stepped up to the stage and asked a hobbit lad if he wished to accompany her on a song. After helping him with the harmony, they were ready to perform the song. She had heard this song on her travels by a fisherman, whom she had asked for shelter. The fisherman noticed that she was a musician and told her songs that were ancient, bold and wispered by the mighty sea. She loved them for they held both majesty and simple meaning. One of them, would seem silly to outsiders but, if you knew the history of the ballad, it was a song of courage and surviving. Picking up her cello and tuneing it, she had it ready. Nodding to begin to the drummer, the song began with a bold and fastpaced upbeat, with the cello in hot persute:

Very many years ago, the people were starving so.
They had rats as big as ponies there. They asked the King
To declare them fish.

We thank the King for granting us this wish.
When Friday comes, we'll all call rats fish.
We catch them with a net, kill with the drum.
We'll call it all forgotten when we're done.

They didn't look like rats at all, but like some horrendous horse doll.
Still they had to eat this thing.
In gratitude, the King-they kissed his ring.

We thank the King for granting us this wish.
When Friday comes, we'll all call rats fish.
We catch them with a net, kill with the drum.
We'll call it all forgotten when we're done.

We'll call it all forgotten when we're done...

When they ended, Rasputina thanked the lad for his help. He gave her a smile and complemented on the song saying it was creative and new. She expected this, for on those nights she spent with the fisherman, next to his small fire, she learned the long and windeling history of every ballad. None the less, she was greatful for his help, she could have not told the tale without him. She then decended from the stage, passing another group of musicians ready to play. She walked over to where the others were sitting and talking. Quietly she found a spot, ready for the next performance. The thought of the stolen gift floated through her mind. Who should she ask? She didn't know who was around her room this late morning. Rasputina was desperate for some hope.

01-18-2005, 06:51 PM	#1293
THE Ka Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: As with the flygja Posts: 1,403	Post for Rasputina Rasputina sat there at the table listening to Caity playing her flute, and picturing the song the band played. It spoke of a woman enclosed in a tower, and although it seemed outplaced but, it was beautiful as it floated through the air. Rasputina felt compelled for a song, and for this one she needed a drummer. No longer as shy as before, she stepped up to the stage and asked a hobbit lad if he wished to accompany her on a song. After helping him with the harmony, they were ready to perform the song. She had heard this song on her travels by a fisherman, whom she had asked for shelter. The fisherman noticed that she was a musician and told her songs that were ancient, bold and wispered by the mighty sea. She loved them for they held both majesty and simple meaning. One of them, would seem silly to outsiders but, if you knew the history of the ballad, it was a song of courage and surviving. Picking up her cello and tuneing it, she had it ready. Nodding to begin to the drummer, the song began with a bold and fastpaced upbeat, with the cello in hot persute: Very many years ago, the people were starving so. They had rats as big as ponies there. They asked the King To declare them fish. We thank the King for granting us this wish. When Friday comes, we'll all call rats fish. We catch them with a net, kill with the drum. We'll call it all forgotten when we're done. They didn't look like rats at all, but like some horrendous horse doll. Still they had to eat this thing. In gratitude, the King-they kissed his ring. We thank the King for granting us this wish. When Friday comes, we'll all call rats fish. We catch them with a net, kill with the drum. We'll call it all forgotten when we're done. We'll call it all forgotten when we're done... When they ended, Rasputina thanked the lad for his help. He gave her a smile and complemented on the song saying it was creative and new. She expected this, for on those nights she spent with the fisherman, next to his small fire, she learned the long and windeling history of every ballad. None the less, she was greatful for his help, she could have not told the tale without him. She then decended from the stage, passing another group of musicians ready to play. She walked over to where the others were sitting and talking. Quietly she found a spot, ready for the next performance. The thought of the stolen gift floated through her mind. Who should she ask? She didn't know who was around her room this late morning. Rasputina was desperate for some hope. __________________ Vinur, vinur skilur tú meg? Veitst tú ongan loyniveg? Hevur tú reikað líka sum eg, í endaleysu tokuni? Last edited by THE Ka; 01-18-2005 at 06:55 PM.