Out among Den City, he sits high upon a tower and watches the hustle and bustle of life below. A city. A city. Oh, my love and dearest Ammy and Mirius, look how far our hard work has come. A city. A city. People united to live in freedom and harmony.
Fleet stood up from his crouched perching and stretched upon the tower that served as a relay station for satellite communications. He watched the lives of everyone and smiled. A city they had and he wanted to make the city special and unique. To show everyone played a part in it, even himself. What could he offer? What any weather bard could. Weather to help the farmers with crops. To coax and usher in the seasons. To give respite to the toiler, to water the gardens of the resting and to brighten the darkened.
Upon that tower he smiled and his black violin, trimmed in silver, aglow with soul gem upon the crown of the neck and strung with silver and gold glimmering in the sunlight. It was time for summer to end and fall to begin so now begins a new legend. The legend of the Weather Bard of Den City and her lands. His bow, glistening with unicorn hair touched strings and began a long, melancholic song to change the warmth into coolness and coax the rains to come.
The violin music sifted through the alleys, venues and main streets of Den City. Many looked up in wonder at the music that resonated across the 10 miles of land holding. The hot summer breezes shifted suddenly bringing the slight nip of fall cool. The air turned moist with ripeness of fruits begging to be harvested and stored soon. Thunder clouds rolled in, blotting out the cerulean skies as the soft hiss of a gentle rain shower began.
"So it is and so it shall be the time for the seasons to change. From Summer we bask and grow into the maturity of Fall as we ready for the bleakness of Winter. I bring you Fall!" He called aloud from the tower and the Weather Bard vanished before all.
Song of Time And Song of Storms - Covered by Taylor Davis
Fleet stood up from his crouched perching and stretched upon the tower that served as a relay station for satellite communications. He watched the lives of everyone and smiled. A city they had and he wanted to make the city special and unique. To show everyone played a part in it, even himself. What could he offer? What any weather bard could. Weather to help the farmers with crops. To coax and usher in the seasons. To give respite to the toiler, to water the gardens of the resting and to brighten the darkened.
Upon that tower he smiled and his black violin, trimmed in silver, aglow with soul gem upon the crown of the neck and strung with silver and gold glimmering in the sunlight. It was time for summer to end and fall to begin so now begins a new legend. The legend of the Weather Bard of Den City and her lands. His bow, glistening with unicorn hair touched strings and began a long, melancholic song to change the warmth into coolness and coax the rains to come.
The violin music sifted through the alleys, venues and main streets of Den City. Many looked up in wonder at the music that resonated across the 10 miles of land holding. The hot summer breezes shifted suddenly bringing the slight nip of fall cool. The air turned moist with ripeness of fruits begging to be harvested and stored soon. Thunder clouds rolled in, blotting out the cerulean skies as the soft hiss of a gentle rain shower began.
"So it is and so it shall be the time for the seasons to change. From Summer we bask and grow into the maturity of Fall as we ready for the bleakness of Winter. I bring you Fall!" He called aloud from the tower and the Weather Bard vanished before all.
Song of Time And Song of Storms - Covered by Taylor Davis