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[b]~Cae Mayl~[/b]

Ever since they have left the accursed fort behind, Amy felt as if a thick veil had been lifted off of her mind. She could think and see clearly, in ways that were previously impossible during their stay in that gravesite of a fortress, when the fog of anxiety and fear swamped her thoughts. Not that this was all good though: she realized she had done very little to actually help the knights in their mission during their stay. She just so happened to be in the right place at the right time to find the shard with the knight captain, but other than that she felt woefully inadequate as a knight. The thought did push her to prove herself though: should the boars try something once they arrived at the location of the meeting, she'd be read for them. During the trip she was preparing herself mentally and physically, brandishing her flute like the other knights would their sword, and whispering quiet prayers for protection to Mayon.

Still, Amy wondered: with the uneasy alliance between them and the mercenaries, was she really the only one who didn't trust them at all? I sounded too convenient and too hard to believe that they would be there JUST as they arrived too. Surely they had been tipped off well before the knights were about the location of the shard: and if they weren't, it meant someone close to the Iron Roses was the one who contracted them. Maybe... maybe she was overthinking things. Usually her senses didn't lie, but this time she wasn't sure if her own paranoia about meeting these unknown mercenaries on her first mission out wasn't clouding her judgement. Still, just to be safe she spent a good part of the ride towards Cae Mayl sizing them up and thinking of ways to deal with them each should the need arise. Of particular interest was their mage: it seemed like they were the only two magic users in the larger group, and Amy was afraid her less than lethal spells would have a hard time keeping her at bay. 

By the time they arrived at the shrine Amy felt quite exhausted. Riding for such a long time wasn't something she was used to, and she was eager to finally get off her horse once they stopped. Managing not to fall off the saddle as she dismounted this time, she stuck close to Fanilly just as she was instructed by her fellow knights. Clutching her flute close to her chest, she was on the lookout for any hostile intentions she might pick up on her senses, but she didn't feel anything for the time being. She paid little attention to the actual dialogue between the knight captain and Veilena Cazt: despite not sensing any immediate danger, she was expecting trouble to arrive at any moment.

Arrive, trouble did.

Amy was on the lookout for the mercenaries in their retinue and not any Golden Boars that could be laying in wait, but when the curse hounds emerged from the foliage surrounding Cae Mayl she was ready for them. Already twitchy from taking her job of staying by Fanilly's side a little [i]too[/i] seriously, she'd swing around on her heels and scooted closer to Sergio and Fanilly as she counted the number of golden boars and hounds in her head. [color=bc8dbf]"Captain, Sergio, please stay close! I'll use my magic on the enemy soldiers, you focus on keeping the hounds at bay!"[/color] She exclaimed, and watched as the boars quickly approached, their charge halted momentarily as captain Tyaethe threw herself into combat and already cut one of them down before the fight had even begun. 

This was her opening.

This was her chance to show the knights she wasn't just some hapless half-demon that they would have to babysit.

Amy closed her eyes and raised her flute to her lips, her mind becoming silent in the moment as she ignored all the noises from the outside and focused on her magic. Slowly, graciously, it reached out into the void around her, tendrils that wrapped around the beings around her that she could sense. All that hostility, all that confidence she felt from the Golden Boars, they made easy targets for her to focus on as the tendrils finally constricted around the attackers.

The flute began to sing it's enchanting lullaby, a somber song that filled all those who heard it with a deep melancholy. Slowly the song picked up in volume and intensity and Amy opened her eyes, her sights set on the Golden Boar that had previously shouted orders. One by one, the affected boars in the front rows of the charge began to slow down and doze off, hitting the ground as they fell asleep from the spell's effect. Their charge had been halted once more, but as the sweet lullaby of Amy's flute crept into the ears of the fallen Boar's comrades, the quickly realized what was going on. She simply didn't have the magic to put all of them to sleep at once: the ones further back quickly caught on, and she could feel the connection to them break. Once they figured out her trick, that was all she could do to such a large crowd. At least she'd keep the ones already asleep in a deep slumber, in a fake coma that would be hard to wake up from. As long as she could keep playing, they'd have that much less to worry about.
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The serious

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qkkz9tM99KU[/youtube]
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=com5gPoZ8sI[/youtube]

And the not-so-serious
[youtube]https://youtu.be/dO80dgra5C0?t=154[/youtube]
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fpDISyaGvew[/youtube]
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