One quiet sunset

[tashii]

OCC: would give the lyrics but kinda point less as most people do not sing when they play the fiddle.

In the early eveing dusk, a girl walked through the forest up onto a grassy nole. Lightly dropping her bag to the ground. She walked to the edge of the nole and gave a prayer to the sun for the safe return of her bother.

Slowly rasing her head up until she was looking strat ahead and openned her eyes just in time to see the first hint of the sun disappear behind the hills.

Turning back to her bag, out she draws a fiddle. Rasing the fiddle to her chin she starts off with a slow quiet song to welcome the night. Starting with the song Wild Mountain Thyme, moving on to A Fairy Song, then fliting to a rather wild rendition of Gypsy Rover, setting the fiddle down she sang in a rather husky voice,

And come tell me Sean O'Farrell tell me why you hurry so
Husha buachaill hush and listen and his cheeks were all a glow
I bare orders from the captain get you ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon

By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon

And come tell me Sean O'Farrell where the gath'rin is to be
At the old spot by the river quite well known to you and me
One more word for signal token whistle out the marchin' tune
With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon

By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon

Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed warning light
Murmurs rang along the valleys to the banshees lonely croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon

By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon

All along that singing river that black mass of men was seen
High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marching tune
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon

'Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moon
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon

Taking a deep breath when she finished she sat down intent just to quietly watch the sun finish setting.

[naida]

"Mind if I join you?" Naida asked as she stepped out of the tree line. She nearly smiled as she saw Tash jump a bit, she could swear she heard a small squeak come from the other girl.

"Naida? Don't do that!" Tash whipped around angrily. Naida did smile then, though it wasn't a big one. "What are you doing here anyway?"

Naida sat next to her roommate and shrugged. "Same as you I suppose. I needed some time alone so I went for a walk. Now I'm enjoying the sun set." Naida turned to the setting sun, almost immediately she felt an nearly overwhelming sadness. She couldn't help but think of home. How she missed it. She wondered how her sister was holding up, his death had still been so new when their mother had sent her here. A hand on her shoulder startled her out of her reverie.

"Are you alright?" Tash genuinely seemed concerned. Naida sighed.

"Yeah. Just remembering." silence followed for a moment, she could feel Tash's eyes on her. "Thurayea always had such beautiful sunsets. We used to watch them all the time together my siblings and I." she paused, fighting the tears. "This is the first time since leaving home I've been able to bare watching one." Why was she saying all this? She really should shut up.
But it seemed the more she tried to tell herself that the more the words just pored out. "You know I have a baby sister. But I also had an older brother, it was at sunset that day. There had been a riot in the city center, his troops had been dispatched to help quell it. He came home, but his wounds..." her breath caught. "he bled so much, there was nothing I could do. He died right there in my arms, just before my mother came with the surgeon." Tears run freely down her face now, taking a deep breath she continued. "He had barley been dead a week when mother sent me here to start school... I'd never really had time to...." Stopping abruptly, Naida bit her lip, her mask slipped back into place. "Ahhh. Never mind. I don't know why I just told you all that. Sunsets, huh, they make me so sentimental. Anyway," She stood, the sun was almost gone. " I'd better get going, I hate walking in the dark." Turning she fought the urge to run away. A tight grip on her hand stopped her.

[tashii]

"Stay, you can't keep running form his death." Tash told Naida leading her back where she had been sitting. Forcing Nadia down, Tash waited until Nadia quit her feeble protests.

"Your race has it's magic an traditions rooted in Fire. Your people burn brightly and when they go they do not wish to be morned. But to celebrate their lives. You have to accept his death before you can move on. You know it," Tash said when she saw the first glint of life come back in to Naida's eyes since this conversation began. "But your not ready to let go, are you?" At Nadia's nod. "You can't go forward with out accepting the past."

"How would you know?" Nadia retorted.

"Just trust me, I know. I have seen the effects of not dealing with the past." she trailed off. Quickly changing the subject "We should head back if you don't like to walk in the dark."