[OPEN] Hungarian Dance no. 5
Who: Hungary (regnummaria)
When: Mid Morning
Where: The Music Room (Video of the music included)
What: Hungary finally emerges from her room in the East wing. She's thin and bruised, but standing and not about to go quietly.
Rating: PG for now
Slowly, a thin framed woman made her way down the halls in the still quiet of the late morning. Her dress hung loosely from her shoulders and gently swayed around her legs as she walked, leaving faint footprints on the tile floors from the warmth of her bare feet. She was like some hollow specter...graceful, beautiful, and eerie as she stepped forward and pushed open the already half opened door to the Music room.
Standing for a moment, Hungary looked around carefully before settling her eyes on a black case leaning against the far wall by a row of cellos. Quiet as before, she floated over to it and unlatched the silver locks, slipping out a red violin from within it. She set it on the piano bench before taking out the bow from within the case next. She tightened the delicate white hairs with a knob at the end of the bow and then glided a piece of resin over them.
Standing up, Hungary gave the strings a few plucks with her fore finger and thumb while listening to the sound of each string as it rang briefly in the room. Satisfied, she gave a smile and slid the bow down the strings suddenly. Rapidly she played out the tune, swaying and dancing a little in place before closing her eyes with a smile still on her lips. Playing and playing on the cheerful dance that contrasted so oddly with the eerie calm from before.
When: Mid Morning
Where: The Music Room (Video of the music included)
What: Hungary finally emerges from her room in the East wing. She's thin and bruised, but standing and not about to go quietly.
Rating: PG for now
Slowly, a thin framed woman made her way down the halls in the still quiet of the late morning. Her dress hung loosely from her shoulders and gently swayed around her legs as she walked, leaving faint footprints on the tile floors from the warmth of her bare feet. She was like some hollow specter...graceful, beautiful, and eerie as she stepped forward and pushed open the already half opened door to the Music room.
Standing for a moment, Hungary looked around carefully before settling her eyes on a black case leaning against the far wall by a row of cellos. Quiet as before, she floated over to it and unlatched the silver locks, slipping out a red violin from within it. She set it on the piano bench before taking out the bow from within the case next. She tightened the delicate white hairs with a knob at the end of the bow and then glided a piece of resin over them.
Standing up, Hungary gave the strings a few plucks with her fore finger and thumb while listening to the sound of each string as it rang briefly in the room. Satisfied, she gave a smile and slid the bow down the strings suddenly. Rapidly she played out the tune, swaying and dancing a little in place before closing her eyes with a smile still on her lips. Playing and playing on the cheerful dance that contrasted so oddly with the eerie calm from before.
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