Rain Ghost (Silver's Song)

Rain Ghost (Click to listen) *

First impressions had a power to them. The smallest of moments could provoke a myriad of thoughts. Ryheric sought the challenge of being able to capture these moods in the music he made. Though he knew he was not a real musician, and that the improvised nature of his work meant no piece would ever be polished or perfect, often not even tidy, he used his lute as an outlet.

Unable to read or write, the music became his log and journal. A way he could express what was felt or seen as he traveled. It was habit, more than show. 

But one evening, it had started to rain, and after a strangely abrasive aura in the Prancing Pony, the wayward wanderer easily decided it was time to go. 

He fetched his horse, and as the storm intensified, rain poured down with a darkened sky. The rain was loud but there was something deafeningly silent, gloomy about it. Dark, but not altogether terrible or unpleasant.

As he emerged with the horse led behind him, he saw a sight above him, on the platform at the Prancing Pony's entrance at the corner of the steps. It was a woman standing still. In one of those provocative moments where a powerful impression is made, she sighed out. Her gaze was lifted up towards the sky. She showed no signs of shying from the rain and was already drenched despite being only a few feet from the door to the cozy inn.

He didn't need to know her to see what he saw. A figure poised as though at any moment her spirit would break free and depart. A woman who had been carrying something for a long time and was standing  upon the precipice of letting it go. Beyond broken and into the realm of numb acceptance. Here and now where she stood, just a tiny but sharp sliver of struggle, resistance, visible only in that sigh, her posture and the rain that was so thick it seemed to Ryheric she was drowning and ready to give everything for a breath of air.

He didn't ask her if she was alright, it was written all over her. Instead, he jerked his head in an invitation for her to come with him.

"C'mon. Come away for a bit."

No questions asked, he turned to continue on his way whether or not she followed him. 

He played his music for her much later, when he was alone. The ghost woman standing in the rain with nothing in the world left and her spirit straining for freedom or ending.

"Rain Ghost" he would name it.

* The youtube video used in this entry is entirely created and owned by me. The music is my own composition specifically for the purpose of this roleplay.