[Open] This mellifluous tongue

[myrddin_wyllt]

It's a fresh autumn afternoon and Merlin is taking a break from his winter preparations. He's found a hollow piece of wood, and he's played with it, crafted it into a rudimentary flute. He's sitting on a tree stub out in a clearing and playing it slowly, experimenting. It's sometimes good, sometimes terrible, sometimes soulful, sometimes playful.

Comments

How about a bird!Merlin?

[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka is walking in the woods after a long hard day working on Genkai's dojo, setting up for his second boat project (a rowboat), and probably, attending a grueling play rehearsal as well.

He hears the sound of a flute, and cocks his head to listen.

He is quite a distance from the flute-player, but he keeps walking, wanting to know who makes such fascinating, playful music.

[myrddin_wyllt]

By the time Hisoka makes it to the clearing, there is nothing on the stub, but the tune is still sung, this time, by a rather cheery looking old raven, perched high up on a branch.

There's still the scent of clove about the air, and it's a rather calm space, free of strife.

We realize the combination is odd, but Merlin would say, isn't everything at the Mansion odd?

[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka tilts his head to peer up at the raven on the branch. It is surprising to hear that same tune rendered in a corvine croak!

"Hello?" he says, tentatively.

[myrddin_wyllt]

Merlin the raven croaks right back! "Hallo!"

[in_summer_leaf]

"How's the weather up there?" Hisoka asks.

[myrddin_wyllt]

"Just like the weather down there," the Merlin!bird replies. "Why should it be any different?"

[in_summer_leaf]

"I don't know. Lower barometric pressure?" Hisoka's teeth flash in a quick smile. Air pressure decreases with an increase in altitude, but of course, the difference would be miniscule at ten or fifteen feet above the ground. It's a seafarer's joke, from Hisoka's childhood in the airship world, at the close of the Age of Sail, when scrambling up a thirty or forty foot mast to furl or shake out more canvas ten times a day still occasioned a lot of silly humor.

"And how fare you, Master Raven? Your song is both merry and poignant. Though this is the first time I have heard a raven sing."

Raven!Merlin

[myrddin_wyllt]

"First time you heard a raven sing!" the raven repeats playfully, crowing at Hisoka. "First time you met a singing raven! First time you met a ravenous song! First time you met a raving songster! Ha ha ha!"

He's just playing, really.

Raven!Merlin

[in_summer_leaf]

"How about all of the above?" suggests Hisoka, with a wide smile.

Re: Raven!Merlin

[myrddin_wyllt]

"So long as it's not a sinking craven!" the raven crows further.

Raven!Merlin

[in_summer_leaf]

"No cravens! Not allowed!" says Hisoka, folding his arms and nodding emphatically. "...Especially if they sink. We will have only the brave and the buoyant, here, sir!"

Re: Raven!Merlin

[myrddin_wyllt]

"Ah, yes, only those," the raven croaks. "And a few others."

Raven!Merlin

[in_summer_leaf]

"Who might the others be?" asks Hisoka. He is enjoying this rather cockeyed riddling session.

Re: Raven!Merlin

[myrddin_wyllt]

"Heroes are worthless without fiends!" The raven crows.

[in_summer_leaf]

"They are, at that! Then we must have a few fiends," agrees Hisoka, nodding.

[We could just leave them swapping ideas? FTB after your next?]

[myrddin_wyllt]

"A few, a few," the raven crows again.

And FTB! <3