Helga sat there with the elderly with over half and hour. Her ears twitched as she indulged in a conversation and witnessed a story being told by a woman with long, braided grey hair with wrinkles that covered most of her face. It was a story about her nephew, and how he would constantly tangle his shoelaces on purpose for he still did not know how to properly tie shoelaces. A few giggles escaped the witch's mouth, and she accepted the cup of warm water offered to her by the women.
As the loud crowd began to die down, it made way for the music that was being played by young poor folk in corners of the street. It caught Helga's attention almost immediately. Some were playing the lute, others tambourines, and the youngest of poor children using buckets as drums in attempt to make some money. Helga was distracted by the music which in her ears were pure art. Her attention left the elderly women, now focused on the beautiful sounds that the mysterious instruments made. Questions flooded her mind. How? What? Why? What marvelous inventions.... She was puzzled by the fact that not really anyone stopped to donate anything to the poor producing such beautiful sounds. And with that, she excused herself from the gathering and got a closer look of the old, rusted instruments. As the tunes of the instruments lowered, the witch clapped continuously for an encore. She even dared to tap strangers on their backs and guide them to the music she thought was wonderful, but frowns filled her face when the folk nudged her off as if she was an annoying fly. She blinked in disbelief at the ignorance of people, sighing softly as she went on her own to distribute a fair amount of six silver coins for each player on the street. She even encouraged the poor individuals to join one another and perform together in hopes that perhaps society would pay attention to them then. No results, even with the combined music. Helga ended up apologizing to the struggling young people for wasting their time, but asked them to continue playing until nightfall, and that she would pay them each half hour they played. With the combination of the diverse music that played loudly, Helga's feet began to instinctively tap along with the rhythm, joining them by snapping her fingers softly.
Soon, her hips began to sway side to side with the rhythm as well. Her smile made the players expand a grin of pride for there was at least someone that cared to stop by; someone beautiful who appeared to be rich. Helga now appeared to be dancing along with the music, stepping front to back and side to side. She moved gracefully in front of the "band", removing her cloak and revealing her luxurious puffy hair and beautifully structured face. The nymph spun elegantly, her hips kicking to one side for a moment. And before she knew it, she had attracted the attention of a few townsfolk who walked by and stopped to stare. Nonetheless the witch danced, singing in an ancient language, a tune that matched the music. More people surrounded the small performance at the sound and sight of the nymph. As they flipped golden coins into the small, torn pouches, Helga interrupted them by dragging a few people in with her to join her in her dance. She spun around a little girl, then pulled in a mother and danced the same steps of her. She didn't hesitate to bring the men watching her, giving them polite bows and grabbing their arms where they were forced to dance. The witch even made the elder women dance in her small circle of dancing people.
As the loud crowd began to die down, it made way for the music that was being played by young poor folk in corners of the street. It caught Helga's attention almost immediately. Some were playing the lute, others tambourines, and the youngest of poor children using buckets as drums in attempt to make some money. Helga was distracted by the music which in her ears were pure art. Her attention left the elderly women, now focused on the beautiful sounds that the mysterious instruments made. Questions flooded her mind. How? What? Why? What marvelous inventions.... She was puzzled by the fact that not really anyone stopped to donate anything to the poor producing such beautiful sounds. And with that, she excused herself from the gathering and got a closer look of the old, rusted instruments. As the tunes of the instruments lowered, the witch clapped continuously for an encore. She even dared to tap strangers on their backs and guide them to the music she thought was wonderful, but frowns filled her face when the folk nudged her off as if she was an annoying fly. She blinked in disbelief at the ignorance of people, sighing softly as she went on her own to distribute a fair amount of six silver coins for each player on the street. She even encouraged the poor individuals to join one another and perform together in hopes that perhaps society would pay attention to them then. No results, even with the combined music. Helga ended up apologizing to the struggling young people for wasting their time, but asked them to continue playing until nightfall, and that she would pay them each half hour they played. With the combination of the diverse music that played loudly, Helga's feet began to instinctively tap along with the rhythm, joining them by snapping her fingers softly.
Soon, her hips began to sway side to side with the rhythm as well. Her smile made the players expand a grin of pride for there was at least someone that cared to stop by; someone beautiful who appeared to be rich. Helga now appeared to be dancing along with the music, stepping front to back and side to side. She moved gracefully in front of the "band", removing her cloak and revealing her luxurious puffy hair and beautifully structured face. The nymph spun elegantly, her hips kicking to one side for a moment. And before she knew it, she had attracted the attention of a few townsfolk who walked by and stopped to stare. Nonetheless the witch danced, singing in an ancient language, a tune that matched the music. More people surrounded the small performance at the sound and sight of the nymph. As they flipped golden coins into the small, torn pouches, Helga interrupted them by dragging a few people in with her to join her in her dance. She spun around a little girl, then pulled in a mother and danced the same steps of her. She didn't hesitate to bring the men watching her, giving them polite bows and grabbing their arms where they were forced to dance. The witch even made the elder women dance in her small circle of dancing people.