A lil inspiration
It's more for the tone and the sound than the actual lyrics. Gimme the haunting music!
Since her return to Andaris, the Burhan hadn't had a great deal of opportunity to work. The weather had initially been against her, the snowstorm that blew in confining all of them to shelter rather than risk their lives to the vicious chill and the biting ice and snow. After that, she'd made relevant enquiries of course, made sure that potential clients - both high and low - were aware that she was in the city and ready to perform for them. She'd had a few trials without such labours but now she was back at work, especially after the exciting adventures she'd had only yestertrial. To-trial would be a far more sober affair although the young woman wouldn't be bored. Given that the young woman had the opportunity to devote herself to Zanik, she could call it both a worthwhile and enjoyable use of her time.
The work that had fallen into her lap was at Elyari's Hope. The restaurant was one that had two methods of dining: fine dining inside and casual dining outside. Given the current cool weather, the place wasn't likely to be operating the outside part and thus, she assumed that she was meant to sing indoors. As such, she'd chosen to wear the new purple chiffon dress
that she'd purchased at Ericor's before she went to Senlin the previous season. It was well put together but not overly formal so she thought it would do for the fine dining setting while allowing her to show some flesh.
However, when she arrived, she discovered that the outside part was
operational. The staff had brought out some portable fire pits made of some black metal and piled high with wood so that they burned hotly, carefully insulated so that the chill air didn't threaten to extinguish the flames within. They'd been carefully arranged with the intention of heating the outdoor area so that customers could indulge in the more casual service that was on offer. Bundled up in her warm cloak, it was here
that she discovered she was supposed to work. The blonde managed to smile and be courteous, allowing herself to be placed by one of these heat sources, the light playing across her face in a way that gave her a halo of light that was none too different from what she possessed when she put her Elithem abilities to use.
She examined her reflection in her small hand mirror, pleased with the lighting, especially in these trying times when people were apparently inclined to find mages everywhere. She tilted her head to ensure that the subtle make-up that she'd utilised still looked good. Her lips were the only thing that stood out, painted a vibrant red that she knew would make them stand out, especially when she opened them to sing.
Huddling over the heater, she tried to find the best position to stand in so she could make the most of its warmth. She removed her cloak, trying not to shudder too much when portions of her flesh were bared. As she gone to the effort of wearing it, it made sense that she should show off her figure rather than remaining bundled up. If it got too cold for her then she could always cover up again.
Her purpose was to provide entertainment to those who sat outside but also to attract new customers in. People weren't allowed to linger unless they were giving the place custom and so if they wanted to listen, it was hoped that they'd stay and buy something. The noblewoman was a lure and a willing one. She was more than happy to be the bait on this occasion, especially as it would bring more people to worship at her feet and thus, by virtue of her being his servant, at Zanik's feet.
Closing her eyes, she thought of the Immortal, remembering the feel of his lips on her face the night that he'd marked her. She held onto that memory, that connection and prayed silently.
Zanik, if you choose to pay attention to me then know that I will sing and draw others to me. I will perform for you, I will seduce for you and even if these Rynlists don't know who you are, they will feel your influence. Make me stronger, make me better, make me irresistible,
she prayed, softly pressing her fingers to her lips, well aware that they'd be stained in the process by the red that coated her mouth. She clenched the hand into a fist, placed it by her side while the other pressed lightly against her diaphragm.
She took a deep breath, inflating her lungs while she did her best to ignore the cold that managed to find gaps in the fire pit's coverage. She let air out again with a hum, allowing her vocal cords to warm and loosen. She drew the hum from deep within her, bringing the quiet but deep sound from deep in her chest cavity, almost feeling it beneath the hand at the top of her abdomen. When she'd allowed her singing apparatus to warm up, she began to sing. She chose an old folk song, the sound soft but haunting. Even though her voice wasn't well trained, she concentrated on putting a soft vibrating tone to her voice for each note that she sang. As she did so, she imagined that the kiss on her hand - her physical reminder of her link with Zanik - tingled, drawing on her abilities within her. Valeria chose Musical Enchantment, allowing her to inject an awe-inspiring quality to her voice, infusing the song with it. She imagined that it was something that would make those in her range be filled with deep longing, to hunger for the music or her while in her presence, a sentiment that wouldn't linger when they moved away. It was all she could do to draw them in, hope that they'd get a taste and want more. The singer knew that she couldn't use Mesmorize: it wasn't an ability that worked with more than one person at a time.
All the same, she tried. She instilled an allure to her singing, beckoning people to draw nearer while trying to jump between targets. All it succeeded in doing was give her a headache. Valeria could only hope that she was alluring enough as it was.