A Divine Melody (Open)

[RuetheDay]

Lorelei held the divine instrument with the grace that came with years of practice; it was beautiful, the sound it made, the bow sweeping across the strings delicately, its result quite extraordinary in the hands of this young German girl.

And as she caressed the violin close to her, she began the next set of notes, its gentle hum of vibration close to her core. She could feel it. The melody so intricate beyond her master was coming smoothly... Easily... Bizarrely so.

The Devil's Trill.

The name gave her a strange shiver, its writer was a strange man. Best described as the olden days' Ozzy Osbourne. What was peculiar about it was how he had written it... The man had claimed that Satan himself came to him, taking his violin only to play the most lovely, saddening, succulent sweet sound ever to come from the instrument. He wrote the best of what he could remember but still claimed the original to be so much better.

...So much so that it was a sin to hear it.

It was only legend. Lorelei was not of the religious type and it didn't phase her all that much. Perhaps it was the looming darkness of the band room that made her so uneasy.

[cassiel]

Cassiel flew through the sky, watching the grounds and students below. He could feel their emotions in himself, their presence the same as his own. He passed over them without a second glance, he flew low now, shifting his wings back to let him glide down to the ground. he passed around the building and came to a stop at the doors.


He set a foot and started to walk as his wings vanished once more, He stood for a moment before walking inside, the building was cooler than it was outside. He passed down the halls with a naturally silent grace, he felt the students and creatures in the rooms around him. A single presence stood in the band room, holding something it seemed.


He heard the violin then, it had the sound of a divine melody. He stopped and turned them, opening the door and passing into the room. He stood in the doorway then, watching the girl playing the instrument. His face was not stone as it normally is, he held a soft look then, a look like someone remembering the good in the past. He watched silently, wishing for the songs to continue.

[RuetheDay]

It was faint but even lost in the song, Lorelei could feel someone enter as the door creaked open a bit. The song was nearly over, reaching the last somberly bit... and as she drew the bow across the string feeling it reverberate against her for the last time, she set down the bow on the grand piano and caressed her violin.

It was hand carven with an intricate design, a gift from a good friend of her parents and her teacher. It was a beautiful piece with great reverberations and produced a sound like no other... Setting it inside its case, she place the bow within as well before clicking the latches shut and looking to the door way once more realizing someone was there... she nearly forgot.

"Hallo. Ich habe ein bisschen in der Musik gefangen... Meine Entschuldigung. Wer bist du..." Lorelei trailed off, he probably couldn't even understand her. German wasn't really all that common unlike French here... There were quite a few French students...

"I-I sorry... No good mit Englisch." She smiled nervously.

[cassiel]

Cassiel stood by the door, his eyes on the girl, he had his arms crossed standing his solid strait stance, unmoving and slightly arrogant. She spoke German, from her accents and grammer it was her native language. He spoke back as she apologized to him, letting his voice drift away softly in gentle manner

"Nein, es ist gut.. Sie brauchen nicht zu entschuldigen, mein Name ist Cassiel.. Was ist ihre Namen auf?" He kept his eyes on hers, she didnt know english all to well but he knew german, which made talking to her easy. She had a soft gentle way about her, Cassiel eyes the aura that fell from her.


The gentle waves of engery coming out in a type of myst, Cassiel's eyes came back to hers as he offered a small smile. This girl was of no harm to him as he could tell, he let his body loosen slowly. His stiff stance and rigid body relaxed a little. He felt his wings still stiff on his back. He wished he could stretch them, but for the while he didnt want the girl to know.

[RuetheDay]

She smiled as he replied in German... Hm. Maybe there were other Germans or... German speaking peoples. Huh. It was nice to be able to speak to someone or not be looked at like a mute all the time. She was already quite shy but being unable to be understood merely made her sink father back into her shell.

How refreshing this was...

"Ich bin Lorelei. Schön, Sie kennen zu lernen." Taking a second she processed what he had said... His name was Cassiel... It sounded a bit feminine for that of a guy like him self but that wasn't uncommon these days... There weren't any 'Wolfguard' or 'Dimitri' here, but there were plenty of 'Kevin', 'Devin' and 'Justin'. Blech.

"Cassiel..." The name came off weird with her accent, but she continued kindly as she looked him over, despite her inner-ranting. "Das ist ein seltsamer Name. Wo kommen Sie her?"

[cassiel]

Cassiel smiled lightly, the girl was quite nice. He couldnt help but wonder why such an innocent soul could be in a place like this, he offered a reply to her question keeping any tone or emotion on his face.

"Ich bin ein Engel, ich komme aus der Lords Gnade. Lorelei ihr spielen sehr gut, Wer lehrte sie?" she seemed very at peace in her playing. Almost serene or a luring sound. He wondered what she was, his gold eyes look at th violin with a soft emotion on is face. He turned back to the girl and smiled a small smile. She was quite pleasant, her aura floated around her like a cloak, he looked her in the eyes lwyas watching for some kind of change in any persons aura. Aura's fell from people in their own colors, he could sense peoples emotions there for giving him a chance to tell their intentions in situations. He walked to the piano to the right of the violin, his hands touched the keys of the keyboard lightly. He played nothing as he slid his fingers cross the tops of the keys, his eyes looking at the woods craftsmanship.