Everything has rhythm. Everything dances.

[timedrummer]

[The earth moves deep and slow within Death Mountain, but there is a rhythm there. A power. The drummer feels it beat in him in the darkest nights, asleep in the village below. There's a kinship there, with that old power, or at least a familiarity. When he feels that beat he thinks of the days long past of the great beasts that roamed Hyrule

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[fierce_wanderer]

This time of day he's normally still asleep, or at least still resting, but today he seeks to climb the mountains. High places are the best places to gain his bearings, and what is higher than a mountain?

He is what he thinks is most of the way up when he hears a very familiar sound: drumming. He stops and sets his pack down, unsure if he wants to continue upwards. So he eases himself down onto the ground and waits, listening to the rhythm.

He isn't much for listening, however. He much prefers to breathe it, move it, make it. He has his drum out almost before he realizes it, running his fingers across its taut surface. Then he takes a breath and blows it out and starts drumming.

[timedrummer]

[Lost in his own rhythm, the drummer opens his eyes when he hears the second drum, the sound unexpected. It's coming from somewhere below him, but it carries clearly up the mountain. The sound joins and mingles with his so that the two rhythms seem to complete each other.]

[He smiles and changes the beat, wondering if the other unseen drummer will follow his lead.]

[fierce_wanderer]

He hears the beat shift, but for a moment he continues the old one. Even as he plays the old, however, he's listening to the new, fixing it in his mind.

Once he's comfortable that he has the new rhythm right, he shifts as well, matching the other. He dimly wonders if he's interrupting something, but he's too into the rhythm to really care.

[timedrummer]

[The other drummer takes a moment to shift instead of leaping straight in as he would--a more careful, structured player, perhaps, though probably no less practiced than he is. It's an interesting change to play with someone else. He makes a game of it, shifting into another, faster rhythm after some time.]

[fierce_wanderer]

The beat shifts again. He's beginning to suspect he's being toyed with, though he doesn't really worry about that now. He listens to the new rhythm and then matches it himself.

Still, it doesn't feel right to do nothing more than drum, so he takes a deep breath and whistles, long and loud. It doesn't quite mesh with the music.