<I> Just let the music come from the soul </I>

Misty Mountain is opposite of Rainbow Cliff. Mists hover year-round at this high altitude, mistaken by some to be thin clouds. Thin layers of snow cover the mountain, making some areas slippery and hazardous.

Some think it romantic, a place to bring their mates, while others come to play and romp. However, all must agree that there is some level of mystery and spookiness hovering about with the mists...

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Just let the music come from the soul
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Posted on May 6, 2012 at 07:47:03 PM by Jazz

My brows furrowed in confusion at her tone. It was short, flippant, a brush off the shoulder answer. Ah well, I suppose it was an improvement, no matter how small, and I could play off that. I sat there a little longer, not knowing quite how to respond to that without being a wise-ass. It was harder than one might think: force of habit and all. Whoever they were didn�t make any movement for conversation either, so we just sat there for a bit longer, the quiet beginning to get a little bit wearing. I opened my mouth to say something to relive the tension, when another sound caught my attention. Carefully, I turned my head a fraction of an inch to stare at the entrance to the little cave. The shadows there were moving slightly, the darker color washing back and forth across the rock as whoever was down there moved upward at a very, very slow rate. Not that I had anywhere to be, though. I had all day to talk to the femme near me. Or at least try to engage her in a conversation.

I waited as the female slid out of the cave, going and curling up as far away as she could get and still be in hearing range. I just sat there as she settled in, and gathered the nerve to speak. When she finally did, though, I was more than a little surprised at what she asked. What I wanted to do with her? What did she mean by that? I wanted nothing more than� oh. She thought I was going to� oh. No wonder she was so skittish. Thinking, I decided carefully on the words that I hoped would set her at ease. I wish for nothing more than to make friends with you. I�m new to the area, thought I might as well meet some new people. I�m Jazz, by the way. May I ask your name? I said pleasantly, offering up a small half-smile as a turned in her direction. Where I was at, I couldn�t judge her reaction, but she wasn�t running, which was a good sign. I settled back into the silence, waiting to see if the girl would speak again, and if she would understand that I was there to be a friend, not a foe.

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I'm nothing but a Broken Angel. - By Yoki. May 6, 2012 at 09:02:02 PM
Just let the music come from the soul - By Jazz May 9, 2012 at 01:48:17 AM
Im nothing but a Broken Angel. - By Yoki. May 11, 2012 at 07:39:20 PM

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