Stained Glass The bardess walks toward the center of the room which has grown dark save
for a bright light which seems to follow her like a silver moonbeam illuminating gentle
waters. "Now, there comes a bright day, Azure beckons you to come closer with a graceful hand and lifts her voice
to sing with a sweet clarity that needs no instrument to fill your soul with music. Deep
in the rich tones is a wistfulness which is mirrored in her violet eyes. "Welcome to my table, lord. Azure stands completely still, her eyes far distant as though seeing a
scene that she would give to you to see. The lingering notes of her song are clear and you
swear you can listen to nothing else. "Do you long to run your fingers through my hair?" Azure gazes at the assembled crowd. With a smile she turns gracefully to
her love. It is as though she sings for him, and him alone. "Gaze into my eyes of violet hue? "If that is so..." Azure pauses for a moment, her eyes twinkling
brightly as she gives a coy look about at the audience. "Then welcome to my table, lord. Azure smile turns to mischief and she gestures in the air. Suddenly, you
see before you a stained glass door with sparkling panes. After a moment it vanishes. Was
it really there? Azure continues to sing without a falter. Her voice seems to guide you
even as her eyes seek to draw you toward her and one hand reaches outward as though to
take your hand. "Look here is my hand. There is a growing exultant emotion in Azure's clear voice. Though the
notes grow no louder. Now she sings for each person who has assembled. "Dance with me upon the clouds of highborn glee, The song has become bright, but no brighter than Azure's eyes as she gazes
upon her own lord with the light with true belief in her eyes. The melody shifts into a
slightly different rhythm and her voice is soft as she says to her love: "So welcome to my table, lord.
"Welcome to my table, lord. Azure sweeps into a deep curtsy before the one she loves, her golden head
bowing slightly. As the area grows light again, she stands and curtsies once more to the
assembled with a brilliant smile.
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