<div align="center">Lryera (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105363.msg4573480#msg4573480)<br/></div><br/>She risked a lot to attend Rain's performance. It was far from free too, she had to hand over considerable wealth for the privileged to be in attendance. Luckily she was very wealthy and could do so, further still she did insist on the best of seats, but not to be entertained.  The past nights Lryera had been enchanting feverishly, a state that resembled sleep but instead was a ritualistic manner of enchanting objects nearby. One downside of using the ability was it could only be done in place of true sleep, making the day on waking one which had a rested body but far from a rested mind.<br/><br/>Awkwardly at such times the body of enchanters felt fresh but when your mind had not stopped ticking it becomes distracted and skittish. Different memories and thoughts merge. Very soon all enchanters knew how vital true sleep was for your own mind to reorder information it gained in the day, to pigeon hole notes of information in orderly places for ease of context use later. Without that everything became a mess, thoughts and reasons and emotions and actions all became indistinct. A waking dream.<br/><br/>Trying to sleep when your body was energetic was all but impossible without the use of gypsy dream weed. Lryera was alone, the last thing she needed was being in a hase of gypsy dreamweed while trying to dust off her life and start afresh. But other things could do so, lakes, water falls, or music thick in harmonics. Rain was rumored to have such a voice.  There was no such thing as coincidences and Rain's name included. To Lryera, Rain was rain to an enchanters parched mind.<br/><br/>Lryera wasn't disappointed.<br/><br/>While everyone about her were sitting on the edge of their seats engrossed in the next words that fell from the bard's lips Lryera's sunk back in hers thankfully. Her eyes closed, breathing slowed as she let Rain's words wash over her.<br/><br/>Although well played music could do something similar, storytelling skills could let an enchanter enter true sleep instantly. For detailed depictions spoken by another could direct vivid dream sequences for restless minds. And ones not from an enchanters own focus permitted their conscious mind to gratefully sleep while the another took the reigns. When a cord was well struck or a sentence well phrased entertainers and musicians could induce such in snippets, for Lyera - drops of water on sun baked trees.<br/><br/>But those truly talented could do so throughout their performance and if they ended it well, for many hours afterward. To Lyera, talented musicians or storytellers were ...<br/><br/>Rain.<br/><br/>A dream mimicking the bards weaving danced, flowered and snaked along the path of her making. Freedom at last, freedom to replenish ones priorities, time to order the mess. If any were watching Lyera they would have noticed her eyes darting under her eye lids reliving each word the Red haired girl spoke and a true calmness and serenity spread slowly from fingertips to toes. But none did, for all others had their eyes on the stage. One the bard controlled as if born on it.<br/><br/>Then it stopped, suddenly. Strange. The dream sequence ended gracefully, the state should have lingered for at least two hours. Lyeras eyes opened and looked about then she realized why. Alll were applauding loudly. Damnit ! Why did everyone need to clap after a good performance... surely it was more respectful to stay silent and move away without disturbing others wants to let the last visions linger.<br/><br/>Acclaim could damn well be laid on thick and heavy the following day.<br/><br/>Lyera sighed... should could have easily had two more hours of it if it wasn't for that thunderous clapping of those nearby. Pity. She thought paying to be with the upperclass could have prevented this for many were so arrogant and condescending Lyera assumed that such applause was below them. Alas that was not the case, all were hooting as feverishly as those below.<br/><br/>Much to Lyera's distaste.<br/><br/>Many lingered to discuss the story with each other, excited about the visualizations fresh in their minds. But even still Lyera had true sleep, for hours before it was ruined.  Much more than she hoped. And worth everything she risked to be here many times over. For such a rare treat the enchantress felt compelled to thank her in person. But where was she ?<br/><br/><div align="center">**<br/></div><br/>After finding her inquiries answered by shrugs, Lyera thought to wonder backstage. When she was near her presense stood out like a beacon. Hair like a twilight sun. Lyera's brow furrowed. Something was wrong. An imposing man was man-handling her and the bard didnt seem surprised ... nor happy about it. Meanwhile a stranger ... a mage perhaps ? was chanting something alien nearby. Sounded creepy but not as creepy as the thanks the bard was getting from this strange man.<br/><br/>“I said release me!” the bard bellowed.<br/><br/>Lyera stood still, the man was dressed in noble clothes, doing anything against those with high contacts was very very dangerous. Think. Luckily, thanks to the sleep Lyera actually could. Inspired by Rains own acting prowess, a scene came to mind.<br/><br/><strong>"My my lover how could you !"</strong>Lyera pointed her finger at the man assulting the bard and tried her best to look distraught.<br/><br/><strong>"You wrote to me ! You said you loved only me ! how long I travelled to be in your arms again only to see you trying to do so to the very bard you wished us both to see as a couple ! " </strong>Lyera screeched with the intention for all to hear.<br/><br/><strong>"How dare you choose tonights bard over me ! So roughly to ! Look at you - a soul your about to even take against her own wishes ! You monster ! How dare you ! I hate you ! Go !"<br/></strong>