#speaking-through-strings

Of all the nations in Valoran, Demacia had to be Rakan's least favorite. It was so boring, all clean and safe and nondescript. Even the buildings, which Rakan considered an eyesore to begin with, were extra-bland. Nothing but white, featureless stone as far as the eye could see. Boring, boring, boring.

But somehow, the Vastayan had found himself here, in one of the large cities that composed the horridly dull country. Even the bustle of the citizens seemed muted, somehow; Rakan briefly considered doing something, anything, to stir up some action- but the sight of some nearby guards and their not-so-horribly-dull swords was enough to belay that thought.

Ugh.

Maybe if he wandered far enough, he could find a less perfect side of the city. One where there might be taverns... And parties! Just the thought of breathing a little life into the boring citizens of Demacia was enough to motivate him. There'd be wine! And women! And most importantly, music!

... Music. Rakan paused in both his thoughts and his steps, feathered ears perking; he wasn't imagining it, there was music coming from someplace nearby. Here? In this city? He had to find the source immediately. Preferably before the boring facade of this awful city somehow managed to snuff the creativity of whatever being was making that beautiful sound.

Finding the source of the tune proved to be a simple enough task, given the sizeable crowd that had gathered to listen. Rakan pushed his way through to the front of the group, paying little notice to the resulting complaints as he took in the sight before him.

A blue-haired woman, pretty good-looking for a human, with an instrument whose appearance- like its sound- was unlike anything he'd ever seen. Her skill with the device was evident in the way her fingers danced across the strings. The sight of it made Rakan want to dance along, to match the quick and delicate movements- and, being the master of poor impulse control, that's exactly what he did.

𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆?

@speaking-through-strings​

Ionia’s beauty was graced most in it’s lush forests and thundering waterfalls, the raw power of nature was where it shone most. This grove was full of dove trees, with large boughs full of beautiful white flowers. Many of the low boughs dipped into the gentle flowing stream, causing white petals to float on the surface. When the wind rustled the trees, it was akin to a snow storm. Flurries of petals swept around, swirling towards the dawn skies. Large boulders lined the pristine, clear stream, covered in moss and lichen. Occasionally, small fish would leap from the surface, shattering the glassy reflection. In the near distance, a small waterfall violently caressed the water, creating swirls of vapor and mist that moistened the grass and the mossy floor. This place was where Kayn often resided in his downtime, despite his unusual… exterior. The sights and sounds were a calming contrast to the harsh childhood he had spent in Noxus.

The crashing of the waterfall could be heard as Kayn carefully climbed up a large dove tree near the waters edge, resting his scythe at the base of the tree. He scanned carefully over the area before allowing himself to be comfortable, leaning back, concealed in the white leaves. He took the time to pull his hair forward, untying the braid before combing through it with his fingers. To Kayn, hair was of utmost importance, taking careful care of it everyday, braiding it to ensure it wouldn’t be damaged by battle. As he let his hair flow freely, hair tie held between his teeth, he could see a figure in the near distance approaching slowly, but carefully. The figure was masked heavily by the white flowers, making it hard to make out who it was approaching. Kayn carefully climbed higher up, peeking through the boughs of the tree, seeing the blue haired maiden approach the stream nearby.

(( After talking to @speaking-through-strings about this AU/idea I had, I just had to draw it!

@speaking-through-strings

So this was Sona. Rakan smiled as he tapped a foot. He had managed to score tickets for a human concert, hiding himself under a costume: robe, hood, and mask to avoid recognition. 

Music was truly a language that all beings could speak. He marveled at how different human music was, but so similar to his own Vastayan melodies. The people were practically praising Sona for the melodies that she trilled with her ehtwahl. Some were even dancing in a nearby forum.