Music in the Wood
As many an artist comes to learn, the Faun already knows. A work of art is never really finished, merely abandoned by its creator. Any given song or performance only exists once, each iteration of the music differing slightly from the last time. They are ephemeral things, having existence only in the present with no real future or past.
Topaz shakes his head, then says easily to Nwofia, "Dance."
He takes up his violin, the exquisitely crafted instrument he's played most often for the group. He tunes by ear, then takes up the tune the unseen harper plays. After a moment, he nods to Tahra and whoever else would join in. "Sing. Melody or harmony, but sing."
The bard plays a bit, to find the rhythm of the performance, then joins the singers with his own rich baritone. A few measures later, he joins Nwofia in her dance, intimately weaving such performers as will join with threads of music and magic. Though he plainly prefers his instruments, that where being the confluence of his talent and passion, he's clearly as talented at song or dance as other members of the troupe.
The while, Topaz listens for the harper to take the lead with the music or to yield it over to the other performers. He touches all, at least briefly, with his own small measure of otherworldly magical craft.
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