show me that you’ll softly touch my raised palms;
never…until the end

How long had it been since she played?

Close your eyes
NIGHT GROWING
Recall
That memory

Far, far too long, she decided.

Bite your frozen lips
They appreciate each other's shoulders
The last day I saw you
Is hidden in the depths of memory

The soft, trill sounds of a flute pierced the air around the mountain tops. It played in perfect harmony with the wind's whistling breeze, the breeze that only blew this high up from sea level. Despite the pp volume, the music was carried to who knows how far away at an mf volume, at least. It was unintentional for the player, but that wasn't any of her concern, as long as no humans heard. The expertly skilled fingers of one, lone vampiress danced across it's keys without hesitation.

Above the lake
Walk that WONDERFUL VIEW

Aine loved her flute. Ever since she was a mortal girl and all they had were instruments made of wood, - unless of course, you were of high status in society - she loved to play. And since she 'died', she had unlimited time to perfect her musical ability. Even though her lips brought such pretty melodies, not many knew she played. Fahrenheit knew, but that was only because he had caught her - was it really only months ago? - down by the river, playing an elegant classical piece. And obviously, everyone, Vampire or Werewolf, knew she owned the local music store. They must have concluded she either played multiple instruments - which was true, too. She played dabbled in many, many instruments, but soft Wind Instruments were her passion.

Snow Kiss
Don't say that I'm going to say 'GOODBYE' to you like this
The time has come to a stop like to meet a beautiful starry sky

It was hardly rare for anyone of the local Coven to find her on the mountain tops. The red haired Seneschal often came here to think or to relax. There were too many werewolves that loved the beach nowadays, so she couldn't hang out there. Not unless she wanted to pick a fight or keel over from the stench. She loved the river, too, but she wanted to feel the wind in her hair today. Besides, this trek only took her ten minutes tops, to reach the summit. She didn't need all that complicated gear. Today, Aine danced gracefully to the top in a pale blue dress. To vampires, climbing was just as easy as walking up hill.

White, sparkling breath
She gently to wrap up the ice following a change
The darkness becomes an AURORA

Darkness to go to live YOU BABY
Without crying Without crying
The two walked out toward

At this moment, Aine sat perched on a high ledge. Her legs dangled off the side while she played her song effortlessly. The song she played had been one she heard a while ago, then re-composed it so that she could play it on the piano and with her flute. The up-beat chorus was now toned down so that it had a more...sad tone to it. She didn't mind though. She just simply enjoyed it when the sound reached her ears; another success.

Snow Kiss
This is far, will not cry when I see that day, YOU WILL
With breath abandoned


When her song started to come to a close, Aine could hear distant footsteps scaling the side of the cliff at a leisurely pace. When she took another breath to supply the next string of notes, she found she had nothing to worry about. It was another vampire. No one that was dangerous to her, nor someone she might have exposed herself to. She would greet this person, whoever it may be, when she finished.

With the last song phrase came a gust of wind that forced her dress to ruffle around her and her hair to whip wildly back and fourth. She payed no mind as the last note ended.

Snow Kiss
Don't say that I'm going to say 'GOODBYE' to you like this
Unable to see or feel scars
Don't erase it

Don't erase it

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