Everything has rhythm. Everything dances.

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[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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[Din, not unlike the goddess for whom she was named, is drawn to both heat and light. Therefore, it's unsurprising that Death Mountain is a favored spot of the demigoddess, and she climbs it at least once a week. Yes, in a dress and sandals. When the elements themselves are willing to give you a boost if you need one, such things become a lot easier.]

[She is on the mountain when she hears the familiar, delightful sounds of drumming. Real music! Intrigued, she follows the rhythm to its source. She doesn't know the gentleman, but she doesn't care, either. The music has her and she gives herself over to it without comment, falling gracefully into a pattern as she dances on the rocks. She doesn't speak to the drummer, but flashes him a smile as she spins; she'll have to thank him afterward. It's been some time since Din actually had music of any sort to which she could dance.]

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[The drummer glances up as a young woman appears on his ledge, his head tilting, a curious smile on his lips. It's an unusual sight, a woman this high up in a dress and sandals. He waits for her to speak up first, his hands still thumping against the drum.]

[His eyebrows go up when she begins to dance, falling easily into the rhythm with the grace of a natural. His smile broadening, he continues playing, intently watching her movements.]

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[Delighted, Din continues the dance. The Blessing of Warmth is hardly necessary in such a location, but she moves effortlessly through the Blessing of Wind and the Blessing of the Sun, leaping from one rock to another without a second thought.]

[Finally she sinks into a sitting position on one boulder, breathing deeply. That had felt so good. Smiling at the drummer, she waits for a lull in the music before addressing him.]

Thank you. That was fun.

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[The drummer speeds up the rhythm, for the simple joy of watching her dance; her obvious enjoyment is a pleasure to see. When she takes a break he continues playing for a while, until the time seems right to let the beat fade, and he smiles as the young woman addresses him.]

Thank you for the loan of your power.

[And indeed, there was power in those dances, or so he thinks, though any such action is powerful for its own sake.]

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Oh, I don't have all that much. But you're welcome nonetheless.

[She watches him, curious.]

Have you been here long? I've never seen you before, and I've been here a full season now.

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[He thinks he would disagree with that statement; he senses something from this woman, but what exactly, he isn't sure. Her power is not the same as the god's, or his, but it is potent.]

[His smile widens.] Here on this mountain, or here in this time?

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[It is potent, but the demigoddess is modest. She's also taking the Fierce Deity's advice about not telling people just what she is.]

Either. Both. Whichever question you want to answer, that's the one I asked. [Her eyes twinkle crimson.]