Song
Jan 16, 2013 1:07:55 GMT -5
Post by Kender Bard on Jan 16, 2013 1:07:55 GMT -5
There was a great deal of noise coming from a little clearing just out of the way of all the housing. A great amount of the angels had gathered up in a group, most of them sitting on the ground. In the center was a great roaring fire. A handful of angels were dancing around it while a solitary angel beat out a steady rhythm on a drum. The dancing angels moved in a circle around the fire, their voices raised in song as they danced in jerky movements. At one point a couple began to jump over the fire in impressive displays of strength and speed and a handful of the angels would cheer and throw their arms up.
The singing was in Old Tongue, but a dialect so ancient that a good number of the angels themselves were looking puzzled or else frowning in concentration as they tried to decipher it. The lyrics were short and repetitive and the singers took up the song in a round as they danced.
Beleg Erif, audo lye depryma,
Lye flamm vester quenus.
Beleg Erif, audo lye depryma,
Lye flamm vester quenus.
Lye flamm vester quenus.
Proteg lye thar mori!
Lye flamm vester quenus.
Lye flamm vester quenus.
Beleg Erif, audo lye depryma,
Proteg lye thar mori!
The angels that danced and sang didn't look different from their brethren, but they did seem to project a sense of age and power.
Non-angels began to slowly congregate as well as curiosity drew them and the angels on the farthest edges of the gathering made welcoming noises.
Locket with her friends were amongst those there. Filly walked at one side and Delilah the other.
"It's so lovely," Delilah murmured. "Very... Primal. I like the drummer."
"Do you know what they're saying?" Locket asked, looking at Filly.
Filly shook her head. "I know it's Old Tongue, but I only recognize a couple of the words. 'Mighty Erif" and Mori, Dark."
The singing was in Old Tongue, but a dialect so ancient that a good number of the angels themselves were looking puzzled or else frowning in concentration as they tried to decipher it. The lyrics were short and repetitive and the singers took up the song in a round as they danced.
Beleg Erif, audo lye depryma,
Lye flamm vester quenus.
Beleg Erif, audo lye depryma,
Lye flamm vester quenus.
Lye flamm vester quenus.
Proteg lye thar mori!
Lye flamm vester quenus.
Lye flamm vester quenus.
Beleg Erif, audo lye depryma,
Proteg lye thar mori!
The angels that danced and sang didn't look different from their brethren, but they did seem to project a sense of age and power.
Non-angels began to slowly congregate as well as curiosity drew them and the angels on the farthest edges of the gathering made welcoming noises.
Locket with her friends were amongst those there. Filly walked at one side and Delilah the other.
"It's so lovely," Delilah murmured. "Very... Primal. I like the drummer."
"Do you know what they're saying?" Locket asked, looking at Filly.
Filly shook her head. "I know it's Old Tongue, but I only recognize a couple of the words. 'Mighty Erif" and Mori, Dark."