[She felt like she was home, marveling the feel of silk against her skin, welcoming the sound of the occasional jingle of gold adornments over her hips and ankles. She opted for a lavender color scheme, and had tossed her shoes to the wayside for now.
She gave the shawl a flip and nodded to her moogle, who in turn fluttered over to the performers and bid them give something of a drum beat. She'd promised to help advertise, after all, as she didn't even need to see the demonstration to slap her information all over the paperwork to receive her Asterisk. The lessons would begin later. But for now... well. Gotta shake what your mama gave ya.
Madhuri clapped twice and widened her stance, then neatly retrieved a pair of harmless scarves from her belt. As the music began, she tread out of the Guild light as a feather, trailing lavender and glimmering gold. Should you be passing by, she will happily land before you and begin the sway of her hips, her long black tail weaving through the air like a serpent.
Congrats. You've become the centerpiece in a dance, the tiefling making circles around and wordlessly inviting you to join in. With eyes that practically sparkle with mischief and a curved smile, it might be a little hard to resist.]
[The Royal City of Myste Aure- Bard's Guild]
[To get her hands on a guitar again, oh, what a delight. Did Madhuri all but throw her info and decide to take things on before the ink dried? Of course she did. Once a bard, always a bard. Once she took a good five minutes tuning everything just right, she did as she felt in her heart as she always did: She took to the streets. Everyone was so stressed, and bardic song was meant to make folks feel good. Damn good, even.
So off she goes, straightening her feathered cap before she joined a group of bards from the Guild to tread through the streets, voices lifted in song. Feel that tingle of power making the goosebumps rise? Oh, yes... perhaps now you can do just about anything.
Or perhaps it was the gaze the tiefling was giving you that's given a little extra punch of courage. Care to toss a few gil their way for their efforts? A bard's gotta eat, after all. ]
[Lavode- White Mage's Guild]
[Oh my, so busy...! More importantly, so exactly what she needed for her own soul. What was a tiefling to do, really, looking the way she did? She was grateful that she only got a couple of stares for her efforts, but when she penned in her information, there seemed to be a sense of relief all around her: Someone wanted to do good and give their aid to others, rather than run in to get yet another wound that needed closing.
It seemed Sir Macaron the moogle was all in, too. With a little mog-sized pen and notepad in hand, he fiercely took notes as Madhuri joined the shadowing, watching these folks struggling and groaning in pain ease and sigh as pale white magic began to close their wounds of staunch the bleeding. She turned to another in the group- perhaps you?- and didn't wish to interrupt the instruction:]
I have to wonder how they keep their outfits so pristine. Do they get cleaning magic as well, you think...?
Madhuri | OTA
[She felt like she was home, marveling the feel of silk against her skin, welcoming the sound of the occasional jingle of gold adornments over her hips and ankles. She opted for a lavender color scheme, and had tossed her shoes to the wayside for now.
She gave the shawl a flip and nodded to her moogle, who in turn fluttered over to the performers and bid them give something of a drum beat. She'd promised to help advertise, after all, as she didn't even need to see the demonstration to slap her information all over the paperwork to receive her Asterisk. The lessons would begin later. But for now... well. Gotta shake what your mama gave ya.
Madhuri clapped twice and widened her stance, then neatly retrieved a pair of harmless scarves from her belt. As the music began, she tread out of the Guild light as a feather, trailing lavender and glimmering gold. Should you be passing by, she will happily land before you and begin the sway of her hips, her long black tail weaving through the air like a serpent.
Congrats. You've become the centerpiece in a dance, the tiefling making circles around and wordlessly inviting you to join in. With eyes that practically sparkle with mischief and a curved smile, it might be a little hard to resist.]
[The Royal City of Myste Aure- Bard's Guild]
[To get her hands on a guitar again, oh, what a delight. Did Madhuri all but throw her info and decide to take things on before the ink dried? Of course she did. Once a bard, always a bard. Once she took a good five minutes tuning everything just right, she did as she felt in her heart as she always did: She took to the streets. Everyone was so stressed, and bardic song was meant to make folks feel good. Damn good, even.
So off she goes, straightening her feathered cap before she joined a group of bards from the Guild to tread through the streets, voices lifted in song. Feel that tingle of power making the goosebumps rise? Oh, yes... perhaps now you can do just about anything.
Or perhaps it was the gaze the tiefling was giving you that's given a little extra punch of courage. Care to toss a few gil their way for their efforts? A bard's gotta eat, after all. ]
[Lavode- White Mage's Guild]
[Oh my, so busy...! More importantly, so exactly what she needed for her own soul. What was a tiefling to do, really, looking the way she did? She was grateful that she only got a couple of stares for her efforts, but when she penned in her information, there seemed to be a sense of relief all around her: Someone wanted to do good and give their aid to others, rather than run in to get yet another wound that needed closing.
It seemed Sir Macaron the moogle was all in, too. With a little mog-sized pen and notepad in hand, he fiercely took notes as Madhuri joined the shadowing, watching these folks struggling and groaning in pain ease and sigh as pale white magic began to close their wounds of staunch the bleeding. She turned to another in the group- perhaps you?- and didn't wish to interrupt the instruction:]
I have to wonder how they keep their outfits so pristine. Do they get cleaning magic as well, you think...?