20th Cylus, 719
"Alright, so... I've been thinkin' about it, an' I think I get it. But I might not." Vega looked at Arlo and she gave a slight, crooked smile. "Faldrun's domain is turmoil, apparently, cos he's a dweeb who's more used doused than walkin'. I'm the opposite. Rhythm." She had an understanding which was instinctual, or seemed to be, but also had come from long hours spent thinking, meditating. "It's why music is so important to me, I think. An', I think maybe I get it." Sitting there, on the deck, Vega's hand moved to the fiddle she had cradled in her lap. Twin spots of colour on her cheeks and a light sheen of sweat on her forehead had become regular things to see over the last few trials. Vega was running a fever. It was a permanent one, she felt constantly 'grotty' as she called it and at night, she shivered constantly despite feeling hot.
What she didn't do, at all, was mention it or raise it with him. He knew, he saw the crisp and blackened hand print on her shoulder which, if he looked closely, seemed to have molten lava running underneath it. He saw it, she knew he did and so she saw no point in discussing it.
"Everythin' has a natural rhythm to it," Vega said, frowning. However, the frown vanished as she lifted the fiddle. Nestling it under her chin, her face took on the half-aware expression she often wore while playing. "People, plants, movement. Everythin'. " She lifted the bow, ready to begin to play and then, she stopped.
"I think I can speed your rhythm up, or slow someone else's down. Or... somethin'. Like, when I play your rhythm, or the rhythm of what yer doin'?" It was hard to explain, and she didn't entirely understand it herself, but she knew without a doubt that she needed to explore it.
"So. I was hopin' that we could work out some way of testin' that theory out?" The problem, Vega said, was that she hadn't told her cousins about the visit from Faldrun following their wedding, and she didn't intend to. "So, I need to find a way to explain why I can do whatever it is that I can do. An' for that, I need to know what it is, but I probably need you to be able to judge it against someone else, which means I need more'n one person." The sigh which came from Vega had only a very small amount to do with who was there - or not - and a lot to do with how she was feeling.
"Fundamentally, Creede, I wanna test out somethin' I don't fully know. Any thoughts?" She smiled at him; he'd seen her in pain a lot of times, this one was no different. But, she was Vega Lei'nox (and when Huw had suggested that she was Vega Creede, she'd thumped him just as hard as she'd thumped Faldrun), and she was damned if some two-bit Immortal with a chip on his shoulder and charcoal up his ass was going to impact her, or her life. "An' hurry up, I'm gettin' testy." The last, at least, she added with a grin.
Boxcode: Thank you, Rose!