09-28-2016, 04:14 PM
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Laughter, blazingly sincere among the disingenuous prattle of politicians at play, danced forth from the lips of the youngest Daimon sibling. Kiaralil's big eyes were dark only in color, lit brightly from within by a passionate poet's heart, and their sparkle suited her childishly round cheeks. As last-born she would inherit little more than the chance to marry well, which - her mother reminded her regularly - was something she would need to consent to in the all-too-near future. After all, she was also their aging parents' only reasonable hope for grandchildren. Before the end of the next Age, at least.
Impending arranged matrimony or no, Kiara never balked at her station in life. No member of so influential a family could be considered carefree, but compared to the tasks set upon her all-powerful siblings, the young woman led a simple life. She would never even make a respectable merchant; lovely as she was, she shared too much of her father's face and heart to make a formidable opponent in negotiations.
So, because of her lowly station and imperfect face, Kiara could do essentially whatever she wished with her time. Having always delighted in the more creative arts she devoted herself to painting and music, past times she used to inspire beauty and network with those competing for her patronage.
Music was what brought her out this evening, both instrumental and vocal. She sat on the musicians' dais with the rest, testing her wit with her fellows while her long, slender fingers tested strings on her harp. The grand harp suited her; the tall elegance of her body molded well with the large instrument, while her square but feminine jaw mirrored its sturdy but delicate line. The instrument was not her personal favorite but it was the one with which she had the greatest skill. She preferred the piano, if only by a hairsbreadth, but the harp was more suited to her gentle voice, and made for a far lovelier presentation at such events.
Her honey golden dress and the matching gild laid in the creases of her harp complimented her Domani skin, far darker than that of her siblings. Likewise, the tight, perfect ringlets of her hair mirrored the roses carved into the dark red wood. She made for a prettier presentation than she gave herself credit for, but she cared little. She would prance around in a gleeman's cloak as long as she could play.
Despite her elegant appearance Kiara teased good-naturedly along with the rest of the musicians as Pedar so readily handed over his violin to the lovely young woman. Her laugh was as kind and bright as her eyes, and twinkled as surely as if it were a vocal manifestation of the stars' flickering light. She knew what the stripes at the hem of the girl's dress meant, at least in theory. She also knew the touch of an experienced hand on an instrument, even one feigning ignorance.
Kiara wondered how long the girl would toy with Pedar before playing in earnest. Perhaps she would join in, if the music suited her. Or, perhaps she would just watch. Kiara did not know much about Acceptedhood, but what she had heard was all determination and strife. If the girl was happy alone in her music, Kiara would not be the one to take it from her.
But sometimes playing with like-minded players just made the music one so much better. The many notes of the different instruments mingling together to create a far more intricate and complex sound than the one could make alone. She grinned at the other musicians in anticipation of the girl's performance, if for a different reason than the rest.
The girl began to play and Kiara sighed at the melody's loveliness before Yui was suddenly at her ear with quiet instructions on when her brother-King would arrive. The tall maidservant had a few other suggestions as well before she swept back into the growing crowd, to which Kiara once again flashed a childishly gleeful smile. She looked to the other musicians as the girl returned Pedar's violin, and they nodded in understanding and eyed the Accepted, wondering when their cue would come.