[hr] [center][url=https://youtu.be/A7coEcXjd7Q][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/70d5d708-4ec2-454c-beb1-3fb29c789ae0.png[/img][/url][/center] [hr] [center][img]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/legendsofthemultiuniverse/images/5/5b/Hooded_Figure_Avatar.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/479?cb=20161108013003[/img][/center] Metis drifted in the periphery of the crowds gathered her features concealed beneath a hooded cloak only recognizable as a hominid by her general shape and how she moved. Under the covering cloak she wore a garment that kept most of her body moisture contained and circulating blending it with 2 liters of filtered and oxygenated water in the suits structure so that even out of water her gills and skin received that which made her feel comfortable. She stood in those places that had the worst view of events for the blind surface dwellers her far sight granting her a greater perspective than any they held as she drifted psionically above them like a ghost. It was from this vantage point she discovered something marvelous, a minstrel performing for those commoners who milled around the garden at the junction of 6 streets snacking on treats bought from the street vendors that were having a wonderful day of brisk business. Metis had heard other surface dwellers singing since surfacing but they were the garbled mumbling of nymphs compared to this female of what she was sure the Vrondi. The song she sang spoke of love and the sun in the sky reminding Metis of her song, the song that made her a singer. [hr] Metis was transported back in time when she and those like her made it through the culling and they as sisters expressed their joy in song and as Fres (Alpha) she lead the celebration. [center]Dancing a spiral, we sing unaware On currents so far they have come Making a circle of magic and light Watched silently by those hidden from sight We those who survived through all danger swim at your side We hold the mysteries now hidden from light Our hearts now lifted by charms and knowledge old Accept these words of wisdom for those yet chosen your’s now to hold We dance with our sisters in waters of eternal night Make now the circle, the cold blue flame The songs of our struggle I present to those my name Impart to the old ones hearts truest sight The sounds do travel near and far can you hear them call We give the gift of our song our lives, our all Dancing in spiral we sing unaware Look to the shadows you will find us there…[/center] She and her sister Singers performed a rituals their legends claimed were as old as the waters of the world she as Fres with more joy than all the rest knowing as she did and they as well she was elevated above them and would should she survive the Cull of service become the rare Dream Singer. A leader among her kind, the mother of generations she who would live longer than any of her sisters her treasure all the knowledge of the Dream Singers of old. [hr] The Vrondi singer’s song ended and those in the crowd did a remarkable thing and cast coins at her feet in tribute an observation Metis did not fail to notice a store as a way to finance her stay on the surface. To ensure she held the knowledge and understanding of the Surface Singer’s art Metis spent the rest of the day following her from performance to performance. She memorized every note, every word and even her dance as she followed the minstrel till she could perform it as well and perhaps even better than her teacher unknowing. It was how she a small female had survived the culling, by observing those who had discovered the better currents of knowledge and reproducing them.