The Shield of the North [IC]

[Dirty]

As Aupti was setting his traps, Connor had his piece of pie still untouched, wrapped up in the beeswaxed cloth beside him. He had taken out his flute as he sat on a crate, slumped down in a half lying down way he still had a good view of the spot they were protecting and of some of the people on the wall. He played some quick tunes, tried his fingers and some different cadence here and there as he was trying to find the right melodie for today. A day of suspense, a dreaded day. But one met with resolve. He looked at the people on the wall again. A known day, a named day. There was clarity here. Do or die. He looked at the strangers he'd only just met. There'd been surprises too, unexpected gems throughout the day. People helping others, taking in and care of each other.

He started playing a suspenseful tune. He weaved in the melodie they used to grab the spirits attention before lighting the pyre. He wanted to let the people on the wall know that today was for them, and the ones before them.

He started playing slow but sped up at some point and the music changed from a sad suspenseful tune to one of a clear and beautiful song that tried to invoke bravery and pride. He played with the rhythm to add some body to it. When he found his groove he soon gave it four different chapters, and took his time to weave the form and tonality together organically.

The first was for Coldwater, recognisable and respectful both to the dead and the living.
The second was for a gentle soul, the type to stop and smell the flowers. The type to remember to get some apple pie before the eve of battle.
The third was for a wild and untamed soul, full of anger and anxiety just looking for acceptance
The fourth was for someone with strong hands, a gruff demeanor but with a heart of gold.

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