Art Never Dies {Open, ask though ^^}

[Lance]

Year 4
November 14

where three streets in the undermarket meet, a small, circular plaza exists. a mini-market, as some would call it, though mostly consisting of food, and yet, not the best of qualities.
in the center of the plaza, a small clearing exists with a few rocks around, making makeshift seats for ponies, though quite frankly, nopony ever sits on them. not with the hustling and bustling of the undermarket. Not normally, at least...

Scintillance made his way down one street, towards the plaza. he was trekking home-or at least, he would prefer to call it his home, though the ponies he shares it with refer to it as their "hideout." He'd gotten used to the stank of the underground society, though having spent only two days in the undermarket, But his eyes have long missed the light of day, even if there was enough light to see, it didn't feel bright enough to him... but his ears had found a new sound. or rather, found an old one, one which he hadn't heard in a long time... one of strings being strung with expert skill...

[String Chord]

String is sitting on the ground, against a wall, playing a tune, that's, even tho soft, it's audiable, it echoes through the undermarket, he has a small metal pot on the ground next to him with only a few bits in them.

He sighs, looking around for his love, Mercy.

[Lance]

Following his ears, Lance reached the plaza, and turned his attention to the Stallion with an olive coat on his right. He was surprised to find that there'd still be anypony with an interest in music, these days.
Trotting closer, Lance could've sworn he knew the pony from... somewhere. Seeing the metal pot, Lance smiled as he levitated a few bits in place, and sat beside the pony.
"You're... pretty good."

[String Chord]

String turns his head towards the newcomer, he smiles and nods "Thank you." he chuckles, his smile soon fading as he continues looking for Mercy.

[Lance]

Lance easily noticed the smile fade. Was something wrong? or... was this stallion somehow... shy?

"Is something wrong, or are you just shy, good sir?"

[String Chord]

Sighs, he then looks down, not stopping "One great poet of my time once said, that the poems and songs mustn't come from the heart. The heart ruins them. Makes them too sweet, too sad."

He looks back up, then at Sci "But... not long ago, I grew weak... I let my heart take over my body. I fell in love."

He tears up, quickly looking away " She's the most beautiful and nicest mare I have ever met... She's a heart healer. She ran a clinic here, in town. but the griffons came to her clinic. I tried stopping th--"

He swallows sadly "They took her away..." his strumming becomes softer and cleaner "I tried stopping them, but that was the last time I saw her..."

[Lance]

"Oh... I'm so sorry..."
Lance tried to process String's quote; for a poem, or a piece of art, to not come from the heart? but Lance reminded himself that part of the beauty in art that it isn't so repeatable; unique. If that uniqueness came from an entirely different perspective on poetry, then Lance would not question the logic, and rather, embrace the thought, and what beauty it holds...
...his mind brushed over to the mare he spoke of. Scintillance knew what losing a mare could do to the heart... and yet, the notion has caused such amazing poetry in the past...
no, no... now's not the time to twist a heart into art...
"...what was her name, if you don't mind me asking? maybe I'll come across her in my... ventures?" a thought struck him. "actually, I don't even know your name! mine's Lance. well, Scintillance.

[Hjalti]

Hjalti sits down near to String, sighing. He decides not to interfere with the conversation and begins tuning his lyre.

[String Chord]

String looks at Sci "String, String Chord.." He releases a soft sigh "THe mare's name is--" he then notices Hjalti, and smiles "Hey Hjalti, How're you today?"

[Hjalti]

Hjalti smiles; "Good, thanks~" He puts his lyre on his lap; "Don't let me interrupt."

[Lance]

Lance the recognised second stallion as well... he quickly recalled meeting them, though shortly, while on his way to the undermarket... but more importantly, they both possessed a care for music-an art. he thought art was abandoned by ponies, when the war came about. These ponies proved him wrong.
"I...I can't believe there are still musicians around, what with the war going on..."

[String Chord]

String smiles and looks at Lance "Why abandon music, when it brings good?"

he chuckles, brushing his tears off "Also reminds me of her..."

[Hjalti]

Hjalti gives Lance a grim look; "A skald prefers to tell a tale of war, rather than one of love..." He chuckles; "Makes the mead hall a bit more lively."

[Lance]

"I suppose you're right... doesn't matter what genre it's about... art never dies... huh, that's actually quite brilliant."
Lance pulls a sticking not from his duster-pocket, and writes onto it those very three words, "Art never dies. I need to remember that, never know what inspiration might come from it..."

[String Chord]

String chuckles and nods, he then remembers what Lance asked him "Oh... and the mare's name is Mercy. Mercy Heart."he smiles after uttering those words, they alone reminding him of his current goal.

[Hjalti]

Hjalti smiles at Lance; "Ponies do die, however..." He plucks a string on his lyre; "But the songs of one's deeds shall be heard in the halls of the slain until the end of time."

[Lance]

"Mercy...Heart..."
Lance finishes writing the name down on the same note. He found it quote a beautiful concept to write about... "The pony lost, but the love for her is not, For as long as he lives, though he knows she was caught, his love persists, and her fate's yet for not... I'm sorry, did I say that out loud?"

Lance had just realized he voiced his thoughts, while writing his latest poem in progress on the note.

[String Chord]

String nods "Yes... But do carry on.", he mentally agreed with Hjalti, and what he just said, death.. Death knows no boundries, for it's a limit itself.

[Sponsored content]