Upon a sudden stretch from Chris, the tiny Fletchling twittered and fluttered away. As his arms dropped back to his sides, the young Taka boy looked around. He could see four or five humans not too far away. He turned to Farrah. "Hey, sis? About the Spirit Walk... it doesn't have to be done alone, right? Are we allowed to travel together?"
“The spirit walk can be done by hundreds of Takas at the same time.” Farrah said, handing the book to her Blaziken.
Chris nodded. His Fletchling slowed and perched behind him, cheeping at the Blaziken. Hey, how're you doing?
@ChocoChicken @Fchicken77 As the group of four Wanderers arrived in the town, Brock caught a snippet of the two Takas' conversation--something about the spirit walk. He was one of the rare few humans that had taken a version of the ritual, and had gained a new appreciation for the Taka culture.
Seeing the group of Wanderers pass by, Chris turned to his sister. "When should we set off?" The Fletchling chirruped. I'm doing great! C's been playing his flute a lot more lately, though. Much more than usual...
@ChocoChicken "Hail, speakers of the wind." Brock called to the two Taka. "What rumors have you heard?" It helped they were near the town square, so the girls set out their wares for interested buyers to peruse--Misty some jewelry, and Serena some stitched pictures in frames--or "sew-nices" as they were called in the Wanderer's Cant.
"W-what? Uh, good day, sir!" Chris jumped when he heard the sudden voice speak up. "Um... rumors? Farrah, please tell me you have something in mind..."
"Unfortunately, not." Farrah answered Brock. Nothing she knew was really out of the ordinary, and much of it was book-based, not experience-based.
@ChocoChicken @Fchicken77 "It's okay, though..." Brock assured the two Taka. "We'll get more than enough whispers the closer we get to Angel Rock." He let that hang as he set down a guitar case and started tuning the well loved yellow-brown instrument inside. Wanderers were seen as traders, storytellers, teachers for the children, and entertainers for the children at heart.
Chris couldn't help but listen carefully to the chords of the guitar. Music was always something that he held dear to his heart. Without even knowing it, his hands had drifted to the little case carrying his precious flute.
@ChocoChicken As Brock tuned up, he contemplated what to play for the two Taka. A ballad? One of his original songs? "I don't suppose you'd mind the reedbox joining in..." Ash smiled as he fished a harmonica from a pocket. "The more, the merrier." Brock smiled back, playing an A chord for the girls to tune their own instruments by. Misty was tuning a majestic red-brown fiddle, and Serena tuned a well loved gold brown mandolin.
If Choco wasn't alert then, he definitely was now. His hands now eagerly clutched the flute-case, but he knew that he had no idea what they were going to play. He decided to listen first - after checking with Farrah that it was okay.
Farrah nodded. She knew how to play the harp, but couldn't move it over for obvious reasons. The Taka continued to read her book like nothing was happening.
@ChocoChicken @Fchicken77 Brock and Misty warmed up with a low key tune to gauge what the two Taka would like. Then Serena decided to dance on a large wood plank, spurring Ash to join in on harmonica for the final tune of the set. (what they play)
(The video isn't loading, apologies) Chris listened closely to the melody, trying to get a good grasp of its beat and tune. He prepared a song mentally for what he should play for them in return. Even the Fletchling on his shoulder was eagerly bobbing its head to the song.
@ChocoChicken Some applause snapped Brock to attention. "Thank you." he smiled at the townsfolk applauding the song. "Any requests?" Ash asked. "Tell the yarn about the Wanderer Hero, and how he killed a Hydreigon!" a girl requested. Brock nodded, and started a mysterious melody. "Once upon a time something happened. If it hadn't happened, it wouldn't be told." This was the common signal that the story, or yarn, as they were called in the Wanderer's Cant, was a fairy tale or adventure tale.
(AHH! I'm late! So sorry!) "Wanderer Hero?" Chris muttered under his breath. Yes, this was certainly going to be quite a tale. He hoped his sister was okay with staying behind to watch it - performing was something he adored, and what better way to learn than to see how it was done?
@ChocoChicken "Long ago, when angels wandered the world, there lived a boy--his true name is not important to us." Brock began. "He lived with his parents in a village near the sea. As he had no siblings, he was often lonely. On many days, he longed for adventure like the tales visiting Wanderers told."