Magical Adventures rp

Yue was playing her harp while the other muses were shopping Yue was in good peace.

Aryen lay in her tree, listening to the wonderful cacophony of bird song. She closed her eyes and nearly fell asleep, when the birds stopped singing. Having been prived of her lullaby, Aryen's eyes snapped open and she whipped her head around to find what had caused the abrupt silence. Then, a song much less cahotic than that of the birds' reached her ears. Was it elven? No, it was much more melodious than that. Elven music had a very strong rythm, whereas this one just flowed together, spontaneous yet peaceful, and she drowned in the harp song.

The other muses came back so Yue went into the forest playing her peaceful tune.

Aryen looked around to locate the location of the tune. At last, she found a siren, sharp eyes closed as she played, wings sprouting out beautifully from her back. But wait, was her mouth slightly open? Aryen pressed her hands against her pointed ears to block out the poisonous siren's voice.

Yue was singing a beautiful tune "Love is magical and passion is the expression of peace" in a soft voiceplaying the harp her singing wasn't as dangerous as the other muses since their older than Yue.

Zeyen stared. The forest was large, but hard to get lost in. "Now then.. Im out of the kingdom... I guess this'll probably help me learn more magic!" She tried to crack a smile, but it seemed hard, the elven kingdom was cheerful, a bit rule filled, but cheerful. This seemed utterly dangerous.. But there she was.

Yue was still singing the birds chirped to the happy tune.

High pitched noises from the birds, but a beautiful singing voice filled the forest. Zeyen smirked, looking for the maker of the music.

Alyenae (darn it I spelled the name wrong for the first two posts. *facepalm*) dropped from her tree, deciding it would be helpful to amek friends with the seductress. Did sh know any Siren? They mostly communicated by singing, she was good at that. And she knew one or two words, that was sure.

**Hello**, she sang. "What are you doing here?"

(** indicates speaking in the siren language.)

The other muses found Yue and took her back to the temple.

The music had stopped.
"Finally.. It was disconcentrating."
Walking deeper into the forest, her short body hopping along.

Yue was at the temple dreaming about being in the forest with the birds.

Alyenae hung her head. Of course. She was a muse.

Yue started to play the harp with the other muses playing their instrument.

Petting her staff, she stopped. The shadow of someone reached her. She took her staff, whispering who could it be? She walked closer and closer..

Sunara,Yue,and the other muses stopped playing Sunsara then teased Yue be saying "why do you have bird wings and you love the forest" "well I don't know how its rare for sirens to get bird wings" replied Yue.

The crushing of leaves somewhere a while off woke up Alyenae. She stood up and slinked over to the source of the sound. WHo could it be? Certainly no one too familliarized with the forest...

It was night Yue sneaked out of the temple and went to the forest while the other muses were sleeping.

And then, she seemed so close, she could see her back clearly. Another elf!
"And why did you get sent here?" She asked.

Cayce pulled back her bow. Just one more step closer Cayce let go she heard a small cry. Cayce galloped over and saw her kill. A small rabbit. She shrugged "It will do." she said. She picked it up and slung it in her bag.

Yue then heard the Siren City bell so she flew into the city into the temple into her bed.

Alyenae surveyed the elf she had just met. She was wearing the official elven government worker's uniform. It would be better to lie about how she had betrayed her country, to cover up the mental image of pain and punishment and tear-struck faces with her own words.

"I'm Korill, I was sent here as a gatherer," she said.

"As a gatherer? What to gather? This forest has nothing the elven kingdom doesn't have."

It was morning in Siren City Yue woke up and looked outside and the mayor was announcing a official performance by the muses.

"Oh, that's where you're wrong, my friend. I can see the Mayil gabanne proudly stuck upon your cehst, so you must be a skilled mage. But what you are not, my dear Mayilrae, is a potioneer. It would be foolish to assume that everything we need is in our powerful kingdom,"