{"id":29291,"date":"2026-02-02T08:22:44","date_gmt":"2026-02-02T13:22:44","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2026-02-02T08:22:44","modified_gmt":"2026-02-02T13:22:44","slug":"event-1314","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/2026\/02\/02\/event-1314\/","title":{"rendered":"Teagan&#8217;s Windermere Winter Symphony"},"content":{"rendered":"<style>\n    .edgt-post-text-inner p {\n        margin-bottom: 35px !important;\n    }\n    <\/style>\n<p><strong>Date:<\/strong> 2026-02-01 20:02<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008000\">               (<\/span>Teagan&#8217;s Windermere Winter Symphony<span style=\"color:#008000\">)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008080\">        [<\/span>Sun Feb  1 2026<span style=\"color:#008080\">]<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#Babbba\">I<span style=\"color:#b8b8bd\">n<span style=\"color:#b5b6bf\">s<span style=\"color:#b2b4c2\">i<span style=\"color:#afb2c4\">d<span style=\"color:#acb0c7\">e<span style=\"color:#a8adc9\"> <span style=\"color:#a5abcc\">a<span style=\"color:#a2a9ce\"> <span style=\"color:#9ea7d0\">F<span style=\"color:#9ba5d3\">a<span style=\"color:#97a3d5\">d<span style=\"color:#93a1d7\">e<span style=\"color:#8f9fda\">d<span style=\"color:#8b9ddc\"> <span style=\"color:#879bde\">B<span style=\"color:#8299e1\">a<span style=\"color:#7d97e3\">r<span style=\"color:#7895e5\">o<span style=\"color:#7393e8\">q<span style=\"color:#6e91ea\">u<span style=\"color:#688fec\">e<span style=\"color:#618def\"> <span style=\"color:#5b8bf1\">T<span style=\"color:#5389f3\">h<span style=\"color:#4a87f5\">e<span style=\"color:#4085f8\">a<span style=\"color:#3483fa\">t<span style=\"color:#2381fc\">e<span style=\"color:#007fff\">r<\/span\/span>\/span<br \/><span style=\"color:#babbba\">The theater&#8217;s rows of worn velvet seats descend in gentle tiers toward a<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#b4b6c0\">raised wooden stage, their burgundy fabric faded in patches where countless<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#aeb1c5\">students have settled over the decades. Heavy crimson curtains frame the<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#a8adca\">proscenium arch, their gold tassels catching what little light filters<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#a1a9cf\">through the high windows along the western wall. The ornate plaster moldings<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#99a4d4\">that decorate the ceiling show signs of water damage in the corners, creating<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#91a0d8\">dark stains that spread like ink across the once-white surface. Carved wooden<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#899cdd\">panels line the walls between tall columns, their baroque details difficult<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#7f97e2\">to discern in the perpetual dimness that seems to linger even when the house<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#7593e7\">lights are raised. The floorboards creak beneath the center aisle&#8217;s<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#6a8fec\">threadbare runner, and the air carries the persistent scent of old wood<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#5c8bf0\">polish mixed with something mustier, as if the space holds onto every<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#4c87f5\">performance that has ever graced its stage. Exit doors on either side lead to<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#3583fa\">narrow corridors, while the main entrance opens to the north and a passage to<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#007fff\">the east provides access to the backstage area.<\/span\/span>\/span<br \/>It is about <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">50<\/span>F(<span style=\"color:#ffffff\">10<\/span>C) degrees.  The mist is heaviest <span style=\"color:#393e41\">A<span style=\"color:#393f45\">t<span style=\"color:#394048\"> <span style=\"color:#39414b\">H<span style=\"color:#38424f\">i<span style=\"color:#384352\">g<span style=\"color:#374455\">h<span style=\"color:#374659\"> <span style=\"color:#36475c\">a<span style=\"color:#35485f\">n<span style=\"color:#344963\">d<span style=\"color:#334a66\"> <span style=\"color:#314b6a\">B<span style=\"color:#304d6d\">l<span style=\"color:#2e4e71\">a<span style=\"color:#2c4f74\">c<span style=\"color:#2a5078\">k<span style=\"color:#27527b\">s<span style=\"color:#25537f\">t<span style=\"color:#215482\">o<span style=\"color:#1d5586\">n<span style=\"color:#19578a\">e<\/span\/span>\/span<\/p>\n<p>Casey bobs her head to someone then she leans over when the woman settles in close and whispers something to be less disturbing to the people around her. <\/p>\n<p>Seraphina finds a programme and opens it up to read through, the dimming lights of the theatre catching the gleam of her dewy skin, lines of golden-orange pulsing dimly through her veins, making the angel glow rather unnaturally under the natural lights. She flips through a few pages, reading the names of students who are playing this evening, then, sets the programme into her lap, the pearlesque sheen of her dress shifting as her body does, making her look fluid. She reaches for Thomas&#8217;s hand, as the orchestra begins to stir, sounds of some instruments echoing the hall. &#8220;I&#8217;m sure, love.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Teagan<span style=\"color:#005fff\">As everyone begins finding their seats (aided by various students; mostly theatre kids), faint music is piped in from hidden speakers among the velvet draped walls to help soften the potential rumble of noise from chatter and movement as the audience finds their seats and gets settled in. There are a few reserved seats in the front rows: primarily for media and a few other notable individuals. Otherwise, it is largely first-come-first-serve with the &#8216;ushers&#8217; mostly encouraging people to &#8220;Quit leaving gaps in the middle you can sit next to each other for once&#8221; to all the people afraid to accidentally brush elbows with their neighbor.<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\"> <\/p>\n<p>Casey stops whispering to answer Kasumi with a laugh, &#8220;Yeah, especially the fleas. Those are terrifying.&#8221; she leans back into her own seat to watch now. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#005fff\">As everyone begins finding their seats (aided by various students; mostly theatre kids), faint music is piped in from hidden speakers among the velvet draped walls to help soften the potential rumble of noise from chatter and movement as the audience finds their seats and gets settled in. There are a few reserved seats in the front rows: primarily for media and a few other notable individuals. Otherwise, it is largely first-come-first-serve with the &#8216;ushers&#8217; mostly encouraging people to &#8220;Quit leaving gaps in the middle you can sit next to each other for once&#8221; <span style=\"color:#005fff\">to all the people afraid to accidentally brush elbows with their neighbor.<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\">  <\/p>\n<p>For her part, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span\/span>\/span is focused on&#8230; well, getting situated. Making sure everything is in place. And trying not to spot who may (or may not) be in the audience. <\/p>\n<p>For all her lack of grace and cordiality <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Mercy<\/span> puts her phone away the moment it seems the show is about to start, neck straightening as her eyes settle on the stage. <\/p>\n<p>Kasumi ducks a little when Casey stops whispering, glancing back at Mercy. She leans a little toward Casey and glances at her, and the stage and back, several times. <\/p>\n<p>Squeezing Seraphina&#8217;s hand, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Thomas<\/span> offers her a smile before he turns to look at the student on the stage. &#8220;I&#8217;m sure she will do delightful,&#8221; he tells Seraphina, glancing up at Teagan. &#8220;I&#8217;ve been waiting, frankly, for this concert for a while.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Casey perks up when someone tugs at a pigtail, her attention is drawn to Kasumi beside her with a quirk of her brow, &#8220;Huh? Maybe, but really I just have to outrun you and I&#8217;ll be fine.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Mercy slides an unfriendly look towards Casey for a moment, no doubt having overheard the comment regarding fleas and wanting her to know this for later. <\/p>\n<p>With the ushers seating the rest of the occupants <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Calazar<\/span> turns his phone on silent, the brightness down and then leans back in his seat and comments to Dovie, &#8220;This should be interesting.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What- but, what the hell I thought we were friends.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Kasumi<\/span> says to Casey, turning a little to look back at Mercy again. &#8220;Fuck she&#8217;s lookin right at us!&#8221; She looks away and nudges Casey slightly on an arm. <\/p>\n<p>Casey glances again to Kasumi, pouting faintly after firing off a text. &#8220;We are?&#8221; she doesn&#8217;t elaborate, instead she tries to focus on the stage while spacing out somewhat. <\/p>\n<p>Kasumi smiles at Casey, looking at the stage too, but her stares broken up by occasional glances at Mercy. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Oh. <\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jasper slowly nods his head as he takes a seat. <\/p>\n<p>Kasumi glances grom her phone to Mercy and this time wider eyed than before. &#8220;Crap!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Casey glances to her phone and openly grimaces with a face palm. Then she subtly shifts her body language to lean away from Kasumi, &#8220;I don&#8217;t think I have to outrun you anymore.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#005fff\">Once everyone has been given time to settle, the conductor clears his throat and announces: &#8220;Thank you and welcome to the 2026 Windermere Winter Symphony. There were a few&#8230; hiccups,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#005fff\">like mass memory loss in the musicians, &#8220;that delayed this event, but we are happy to present it here today. Please, sit back and enjoy the selection we have here for you today. After the orchestra plays, there are two&#8230; individuals,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#005fff\">a frown, as one is no longer a student and so&#8230; awkward! &#8220;that our&#8230; still missing professor, Matias Alejandro had wished to see perform and if they are willing, we invite them to the stage to wrap up the event and perform for him: Casey Morgan and Meiko Suzuki.&#8221;<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\">  <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#005fff\">With that said, it is time to begin. And as the simple programs given out will describe, the first selection is &#8216;The Secret History&#8217; by composer Kerry Muzzey ( https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=ClC2YUBtVvI ).<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\">  <br \/>\nsomeone is an ensemble piece and as the lighting expands from the conductor, it takes on a soft, warm quality over the entire orchestra: not highlighting a single person. With her attention focused on the music before her (and the instrument in hand of course), <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span\/span>\/span just settles into the rhythm of the music. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#005fff\">Once everyone has been given time to settle, the conductor clears his throat and announces: &#8220;Thank you and welcome to the 2026 Windermere Winter Symphony. There were a few&#8230; hiccups,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#005fff\">like mass memory loss in the musicians, &#8220;that delayed this event, but we are happy to present it here today. Please, sit back and enjoy the selection we have here for you today. After the orchestra plays, there are two&#8230; individuals,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#005fff\">a frown, as one is no longer a student and so&#8230; awkward! &#8220;that our&#8230; still missing professor, Matias Alejandro had wished to see perform and if they are willing, we invite them to the stage to wrap up the event and perform for him: Casey Morgan and Meiko Suzuki.&#8221;<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\">  <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#005fff\">With that said, it is time to begin. And as the simple programs given out will describe, the first selection is &#8216;The Secret History&#8217; by composer Kerry Muzzey ( https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=ClC2YUBtVvI ).<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\">  <\/p>\n<p>It is an ensemble piece and as the lighting expands from the conductor, it takes on a soft, warm quality over the entire orchestra: not highlighting a single person. With her attention focused on the music before her (and the instrument in hand of course), <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span\/span>\/span just settles into the rhythm of the music. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeah I don&#8217;t think so either but please don&#8217;t abandon me she would fuckin kick my ass.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Kasumi<\/span> blurts, giving a quick look to Casey after, but soon back to staring in worry at Mercy. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy lowers the phone and fishes for something else in a pocket, producing a quarter between two fingers. She positions it carefully while leaning forward, takes aim, and solidly flicks it straight at the back of Kasumi&#8217;s head. Then she leans back again to watch the show. <\/p>\n<p>Seraphina looks aside to Thomas, and there is a moment of displeasure that crosses those lips that she had been nibbling on softly. When the music starts, she does scootch in closer to him, though, settling her hand, now removed from his own, onto his knee. She turns her attention from him to Kasumi, Mercy and Casey as they speak lowly underneath the crescendo of instruments. <\/p>\n<p>Kasumi squeaks as the quarter nails her in the head, covering the spot with a hand. She groans softly and slouches in her seat, eyes forward at the stage now, another middle finger aimed at Mercy. <\/p>\n<p>Settling back, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Thomas<\/span> looks up at Teagan, watching her. He looks over at Casey. &#8220;Decided school wasn&#8217;t for you, Miss Morgan?&#8221; he asks her. &#8220;It seems as if you flit on and off of our roster,&#8221; he says to her. He looks at Seraphina. Sotto voice: &#8220;What&#8217;s wrong, my dear?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Casey snaps to reality when she&#8217;s name dropped as if she was in class and the teacher just called her out. She looks surprised, confused and then anxious. Clearly she didn&#8217;t know she was on the program for the evening and as a result she sinks into her seat with remarkably poor posture <\/p>\n<p>Calazar is about as quiet as the grave in the back tier velvet seats, but then again he also isn&#8217;t humming or bobbing with the music as it begins to crescendo up up up! <\/p>\n<p>Casey glances aside to Thomas, frowning a little. No longer in high spirits. &#8220;Huh? Oh I was suppose to be Matias teaching assistant and then the wild hunt took him and that was that. School isn&#8217;t really my thing.&#8221; she scratches her cheek with a glance to her phone. &#8220;I guess I vaguely remember saying I&#8217;d perform at this show but that was way before the whole fae kidnapping and I forgot.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Mercy doesn&#8217;t look like the type to enjoy this genre of music, but she&#8217;s nothing if not a creature particularly sensitive to sound and her eyes close with a placid expression once it commences in full. <\/p>\n<p>Giving a glance towards the audience, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Jasper<\/span> turns to look at the stage, remaining silent as he watches. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;School isn&#8217;t for everyone,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Thomas<\/span> agrees with Casey. &#8220;Though perhaps one day Matias will find his way back to us.&#8221; He looks over at Seraphina. &#8220;We miss him &#8212; don&#8217;t we, my dear?&#8221; he asks his companion. &#8220;It&#8217;s just not the same, really, without him,&#8221; he says, though he goes quieter as the music begins. <\/p>\n<p>Seraphina removes her hand from Thomas&#8217;s knee so that she can softly rub at her bare, dewy arms, a chill over taking her that sends a shiver up along her spine. The golden glow flares as she works her wrists, the skin on her palms a ruddy pink, like its brand new skin. <\/p>\n<p>Kasumi glances back at Mercy after a while, and noticing the eyes closed, she produces a spare McDonald&#8217;s straw from a bolero pocket, unwraps it, commences the prep work&#8230; and hucks a spitball at Mercy&#8217;s face, quickly facing forward again and acting natural after the launch, or trying to. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy feels the spitball hit her cheek, brushes it off, and continues to listen undisturbed. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#005fff\">As the last notes from &#8216;The Secret History&#8217; fade into silence and the lights fall&#8230; they soon brighten again on a single violin as the opening stirring trill from &#8216;November&#8217; by composer Max Richter ( https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=jldkDrXbaOQ ) is played. There is a story being told through the music. From the stage being set by &#8216;The Secret History&#8217; to the ascedenant emotions present within &#8216;November&#8217; as it steadily rises from a tremulous play upon strings into an expanding breath of a more expansive, frenetic (but not quite energetic) play across the orchestra. The song itself is a back-and-forth between viola and bass; cello and violin.<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\">  <\/p>\n<p>There is a bit more play, a bit more emotion, a bit more&#8230; leaning into the music from <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span\/span>\/span during this piece. She is still just one of the many, as it were, but there are perks of being first chair&#8230; namely being one of the most visible. <\/p>\n<p>Kasumi bites on her bottom lip with the start of the new musical scores, and she relaxes back finally herself, closing her eyes and leaning her head back. <\/p>\n<p>Thomas glances over at Seraphina. &#8220;Cold, my dear?&#8221; he asks her. &#8220;I can give you my coat,&#8221; he says to her, his voice quiet. <\/p>\n<p>As the music continues from the first song to the next <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Calazar<\/span> takes the time to survey the front and middle rows of the audience which for the most part seem entranced by the performance. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I suggested that she re-register when Matias has returned. I have not given up hope that he will.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> says of Casey, to Thomas. &#8220;I do miss Matias. He made some of the best seasonal pickled vegetables.&#8221; She sighs, likely because her stash of it is almost gone. Woe is her.&#8221; She shakes her head at some of the antics that are going on with Kasumi. A stare is sent to Casey&#8217;s neck, a chewing to her cheek, a thought, given then lost. &#8220;Oh, ah, no, just a quick chill. Someone walked over my grave, so they say.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Kasumi peeks an eye open at Seraphina, with a hint of worry in her own, possibly of something overheard from her. She shudders and closes her eye again like the other, humming softly to herself with the music heard throughout the theater. <\/p>\n<p>Casey listens to the music but shows no real energy, only anxiety as she restlessly waits in her seat for the fated moment she&#8217;s called to make good on a promise she forgot. The talk of Matias distracts her enough to throw a look towards Seraphina, she seems less than hopeful when she says, &#8220;If he&#8217;s not back by now. He&#8217;s not coming.&#8221; Then the comment comes that makes her face screw up in a grimace and she gives Seraphina a hard look &#8220;I sincerely hope you didn&#8217;t become a biter. One in my orbit is enough.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Kasumi opens both her eyes then after Seraphina says that, and she stares at her wide eyed. &#8220;Okay hold the phone you&#8217;re a vampire?!&#8221; She half un-slings her backpack and goes rustling around in it, hand eventually coming out of it with a pencil at the ready like some wannabe vampire slayer. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;An&#8217; here I thought you thrived on the attention.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Mercy<\/span> remarks to Casey offhandedly after opening her eyes, which remain on the stage. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I am not,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> says to Casey, and to Kasumi, looking first amused then &#8230; not. &#8220;There are many reasons one may bite, though, no?&#8221; She leaves it there. To linger in the back of one&#8217;s head, or to flitter away along with the swell and cadence of the music. Again, she places her hand on her dress, lifting it with the shift of her shimmering legs, crossing them. Her hand returns to Thomas&#8217;s lap. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#005fff\">And if November took listeners from the ground and up into the gray, overcast skies of an Autumn turning to Winter where cold rains and mist reign, then as the music rises to a crescendo and-<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\">  <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#005fff\">-stops&#8230; it is the next selection, &#8216;Experience&#8217; by composer Ludovico Einaudi ( https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=_VONMkKkdf4 ) that carries the audience on elegant wings rather than let them fall. It is the delicate flight of a chickadee or cardinal over fresh-fallen snow. The race of a rabbit across a field at dawn. For what begins as a soothing flight of sound becomes something with an edge. Something with sharp teeth and claws. Something that races just behind, its shadow an ever-present threat.<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\">  <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span\/span>\/span does risk a brief glance into the audience during a lull, though the stage lights make it difficult to see. Or might for most, perhaps. Does she look at certain individuals? Perhaps. Or maybe it&#8217;s just a trick of distance and light. <\/p>\n<p>Inbetween songs on the stage <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Calazar<\/span> remarks to Seraphina , &#8220;Many reasons one may bite and many places. You should utilize your christmas gift.&#8221; and then he checks his phone before putting it face down as the next song starts. <\/p>\n<p>Kasumi gawks slightly at Seraphina, then looking at Casey again and blushing as she gets herself settled down. &#8220;O-Okay sorry for the slight freak out. That probably lost me a few cool points I&#8217;d bet.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jasper slowly nods, a small frown before he glances at the phone in his pocket. His head bobs slowly along the melody as he looks back. <\/p>\n<p>When Teagan looks out into the crowd, despite the lights, and how they can blind, as well as she knows, or at least those around her have come to find out from time to time, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> lifts a hand, raw and soft, to wiggle her fingers. <\/p>\n<p>Seraphina crinkles up her nose a bit at Calazar when he brings up the infamous Christmas gift. But then, she pauses, and tilts her head to the side, as if truly considering it. &#8220;Perhaps.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Mercy perks up in tandem with the music, her body language at times seeming to try and mirror the intensity by habit. <\/p>\n<p>As the music continues to build up its momentum and gravitas <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Calazar<\/span> leans forward slightly while watching the stage unblinkingly offering only a distracted and insufferable smirk for Seraphina <\/p>\n<p>Casey gives Mercy a bland look and doesn&#8217;t respond to her comment. She gives Seraphina a thin smile then and agrees, &#8220;Thats true, there are other reasons to bite. I think I&#8217;m just traumatized when it comes to biting lately.&#8221; she slumps some more in her seat and props her head up on a hand, &#8220;Why didn&#8217;t Teagan remind me I was suppose to perform? I feel like this is a trap.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Kasumi smirks at Casey and upnods toward the stage. &#8220;Yeah well if it is a trap it was the coolest trap cause I think I&#8217;d kinda love to see you perform.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Shifting, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Thomas<\/span> takes Seraphina&#8217;s hand, his eyes up on the stage for a moment. <\/p>\n<p>There is a side eye given Thomas by <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span>. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy clicks her tongue. &#8220;Kind of a shame to end off this level of performance with songs &#8217;bout bein&#8217; on yer knees, but.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> seems more focused on the performance than on the chatter, her head bobbing here and there. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;We are a symphony, not the playground,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> mumurs to Kasumi. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;At a symphony, rather.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> corrects herself, distracted maybe. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You consistently show up for my shows, either you like me on my knees or want to be on your knees yourself. I find you hard to read though. Maybe you can clarify which?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Casey<\/span> replies to Mercy with sassy attitude. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Children.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Calazar<\/span> says finally as Mercy gets a telekinetic cuff at the back of the head and then Casey six seconds later and then Kasumi. &#8220;Wait until the house lights come back on.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Only been to one, and it was fer my faction. So yeah, I attended.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Mercy<\/span> reminds Casey flatly. &#8220;Quit tryin&#8217; to project yer shit on me cause you think every bitch the same.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#005fff\">Suddenly as it began&#8230; it stops. Like the thrumming of a heartbeat, the pounding of feet upon the earth, the chase is on&#8230; and then over. Who won? Who lost? Who got away? The denoument into silence does not say, but it is a mournful tune. But who does it mourn? Predator or prey? The theatre sits in darkness for a few beats too long&#8230; long enough one might start to wonder if there has been a mistake. But then, a few bright notes from a piano. A spotlight on the pianist&#8230; and the orchestra soon goes into &#8216;One Summer&#8217;s Day&#8217; from Spirited Away, by composer Joe Hisaishi ( https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=PkDSf0qYT-w ). There is a gentleness to the song as the orchestra supports the pianist (who so often is an accompaniment to other musicians) in this bridge from one place to the next. There is a gentleness to the music (how could there not be, considering the source?), but still a sense of&#8230; loss. Of something left behind.<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\">  <\/p>\n<p>There are more breaks for <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span\/span>\/span in this particular piece considering it is so much one for the piano: practically a solo piece with the rest of the orchestra supporting, rather than the other way around. She does make sure her score is arranged right on the stand and briefly rotates her shoulder. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie&#8217;s<\/span> eyes light up as she recognizes the song! <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Awh!&#8221;, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Kasumi<\/span> blurts, head dipping forward from the telekinetic impact. She blinks a couple times at Calazar and settles more properly into her seat, focusing on the music again. <\/p>\n<p>Casey makes a soft grunting noise when she&#8217;s swatted in the back of the head. She takes it well but looks chuffed and confused. <\/p>\n<p>There is something cross in <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Thomas&#8217;s<\/span> tone as he turns to look at Mercy, Casey and Kasumi, but as Calazar gets matters under control he settles back, next to Seraphina. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy jerks forward stiffly from the unseen, unexpected blow to the back of her head, jaw clenched but mouth duly shut. <\/p>\n<p>With matters quieted in the crowd, for the time being, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> lets the piano carry the glimmery girl away, Spirited Away, one may say. She gently raps the pads of her still healing fingers along her thigh, light against the pearlesque material. <\/p>\n<p>Leaning over to Seraphina, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Thomas<\/span> murmurs, &#8220;That dress positively shines on you.&#8221; He squeezes her hand, before he brushes his mouth briefly over her ear. A whisper? <\/p>\n<p>Kasumi glances timidly from the stage to Calazar and back again. <\/p>\n<p>Seraphina leans in as Thomas speaks at her ear, and afterward, turns her head toward the man to smile beautifically at him. &#8220;Thank you.&#8221; The woman fusses softly with her flowery bracelet, the petals of the flowers starting to glow. &#8220;As I was telling Calazar, this seemed and appropo time to slip into it.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> is snapped out of her reverie by the glint of crystals, she nods approvingly in Seraphina&#8217;s direction. &#8220;Gorgeous,&#8221; she whispers. <\/p>\n<p>Teagan<span style=\"color:#005fff\">And as &#8216;One Summer&#8217;s Day&#8217; hits a crescendo, pulling the audience back into the moment&#8230; the next song brings the woodwinds and brass to the forefront in the form of &#8216;Agape&#8217; by Nicholas Britell, from If Beale Street Could Talk ( https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=mmK71ZfaZO4 ). And there, in a relatively short song&#8230; one can find just about every emotion they may seek. Hope. Loss. Forgiveness. Joy. Despair. From the deep mournful sounds at the lower ends of the register in cello, bass to the higher trills from violins, flutes, and even the pluckings of a harp: all bridged by a trumpet and the piano. It is a song that, in short, sums up love in all of its forms.<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\"> <\/p>\n<p>Jasper briefly turns to gaze at Seraphina, the light reflected on his eyes while his hand shifts a bit. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I think so. You glisten,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Thomas<\/span\/span>\/span tells Seraphina. He turns to Dovie. &#8220;I bought it for her,&#8221; he acknowledges to her. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#005fff\">And as &#8216;One Summer&#8217;s Day&#8217; hits a crescendo, pulling the audience back into the moment&#8230; the next song brings the woodwinds and brass to the forefront in the form of &#8216;Agape&#8217; by Nicholas Britell, from If Beale Street Could Talk ( https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=mmK71ZfaZO4 ). And there, in a relatively short song&#8230; one can find just about every emotion they may seek. Hope. Loss. Forgiveness. Joy. Despair. From the deep mournful sounds at the lower ends of the register in cello, bass to the higher trills from violins, flutes, and even the pluckings of a harp: all bridged by a trumpet and the piano. It is a song that, in short, sums up love in all of its forms.<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\">  <\/p>\n<p>There is a flicker of <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan&#8217;s<\/span\/span>\/span eyes into the audience as if seeking&#8230; something out, but whatever it is, perhaps long gone or she simply doesn&#8217;t find it before the lights begin to fall. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Might just kill you to be honest.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Casey<\/span> answers Kasumi in a deadpan voice. Unamused in her expression she sits up then sets her hands down on the armrest to prepare to push herself up. &#8220;Well, this went long and I had nothing prepared to play. If Matias wants to crawl back through a mirror and punish me for bailing. He knows where I live.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Calazar leans back in his seat as the short piece is already almost over. &#8220;Quite the journey.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Kasumi gasps at Casey&#8217;s reply, staring up at her and starting to sit up a little straighter. &#8220;Kill me?! W-Wait you&#8217;re bailing? She&#8211;&#8221; She looks back at Mercy and gawks at her, staring like before, but with a lot more timidness in her eyes. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy was never one for fancy dresses or worrying over her appearance much as a whole, but given Seraphina&#8217;s dress seems the secondary star of the evening even she can&#8217;t help but steal a more appraising look at it from a distance; if anything, just to see what all the fuss is about. <\/p>\n<p>Well, now seems the right time, and <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> gently rubs along her flowery bracelet, as every emotion overtakes her, sweeps through her, and knocks her back. Every one of the emotions wears on her face as the music demands it. Suddenly, in places where nature can creep in, through cracks in the floor, flowers bloom, filling the air in with their scent, and adding a bit of color where it did not exist before. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> claps her hands together in evident delight as the flowers grow with the music. <\/p>\n<p>Quite the colorful addition to the short song though many from the stage likely won&#8217;t see the vegetation sprouting up between the seats there is a stir amongst the crowd as <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Calazar<\/span> also looks down and picks a lily with some curiousity. &#8220;Well.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Kasumi squeaks at the sight of flowers springing up everywhere and climbs awkwardly onto her seat, looking all around at it, before staring wide eyed at Seraphina. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy jumps back into her a seat a little from the sudden floral assault, or more likely the magic itself in the air, but stands afterwards, tentatively, to applaud the performers on stage. <\/p>\n<p>Some people light fires to distract the room and make an exit. <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Casey<\/span> is lucky she doesn&#8217;t have to do this since flowers start sprouting up and take away all the attention and she shimmies past the other people in her row to get out to the aisle then she moves for the exit, rather than the stage <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Thomas<\/span> is not surprised, perhaps, when flowers appear &#8212; but he is pleased. There is growing, Cheshire Cat pride on his face as Seraphina makes flowers bloom throughout the theater. &#8220;Well done,&#8221; he says. <\/p>\n<p>Seraphina is soon, also standng, with Mercy, her hands drumming together despite that the skin looks to be smooth and raw, new like a baby&#8217;s behind. The flowers continue to grow beneath onlookers feet. The show may not be over, but she is moved! <\/p>\n<p>Mercy turns right away as though she means to pursue Casey, whom to likely no one&#8217;s surprise was very quick to duck out, but instead she just huffs and drops back into her seat; there&#8217;s always later. <\/p>\n<p>Kasumi glances around at the flowers again and dismounts the chair to the row behind, where she steps up to Mercy, wincing and adjusting her sling. &#8220;O-Okay look, I know I said we could go off somewhere after or meet off campus later, b-but I&#8230;&#8221; She glances down and back up several times, turning slightly. &#8220;Look you totally look like you would kick my ass a-and I really don&#8217;t wanna fight you!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Upon seeing the growing flowers, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Jasper<\/span> shifts a bit in his seat, his hands clutched at the seat&#8217;s edges. His eyes is half-focused on the stage, while he lifts his seat towards himself. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#005fff\">The lights go dark and again rise on the conductor, who once more faces the audience. &#8220;Tonight,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#005fff\">he says, &#8220;we have a treat. One of our own is actually graduating early. And it is due to the piece about to be played. A discovery at the Duchess Theatre recently of just the start of a composition led to her completing the piece and presenting it to the department. And we at the Windermere Music Department are pleased, in turn, to present to you&#8230; Nocturne for Eveline, composed and performed by Teagan Lawson.&#8221;<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\">  <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#005fff\">Here, now, the spotlight is on <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span\/span>\/span as she finds herself standing near to the piano. With eyes closed for the initial notes from the piano, she nods along before setting bow to string properly and beginning to play ( https:\/\/streamable.com\/55tnh0 ). It is a somber piece, reminiscent of more traditional classical music. And though it is somber, there is a stirring of promise and hope at the end. As if no matter what may have seemed lost or out of reach&#8230; all will be well in the end.<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\"> <\/p>\n<p>Mercy angles an especially sharp glare up at Kasumi who has now invaded her personal space, not feeling it necessary to stand or try to physically posture to get her point across. &#8220;Ain&#8217; pester me, then.&#8221; Then the lights dim, and her eyes flick forward. <\/p>\n<p>Thomas does not stand &#8212; but he does applaud, only to quiet down when the next piece starts. <\/p>\n<p>Kasumi sucks in a stiff breath with Mercy&#8217;s glare, staring down wide eyed throughout the reply. She takes a step back, raising up her right hand a little in a submissive sort of gesture. &#8220;I-I&#8217;m sorry!&#8221;, she says quickly, stepping back further before she turns to find a seat near Calazar. <\/p>\n<p>Calazar seems rather focused on the performance until Kasumi whispers something into his ear. There is a shift of glowing green eyes and an insufferable smirk as he replies quietly <\/p>\n<p>Calazar says in a gregarious but quiet voice, &#8220;What is it the children say these days fuck around and find out. You will probably be fine if you apologize and hurry home before the concert ends.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Seraphina purses her lips together at the FAFO comment. She looks back and over to Mercy, just to gauge the woman&#8217;s agitation. &#8220;I&#8217;d likely get your head start.&#8221; she tells Kasumi, having not sat back down but to watch the performance on her feet, perhaps to the ire of whomever is behind her. &#8220;Bravo!&#8221; she calls out to Teagan, wiping gently beneath her eyes. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span\/span> claps enthusiastically at the performance, whilst gazing fondly at these newly sprouted flowers. <\/p>\n<p>Kasumi shudders at Calazar&#8217;s reply, biting on her bottom lip and turning her attention to the stage again. Then she looks back at Seraphina and Mercy, and another shudder comes. &#8220;W-Well couldn&#8217;t you two protect me? The&#8230; the music&#8217;s really good and&#8230;&#8221; she looks to Calazar again, slightly pouty now. &#8220;Do I have to?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Mercy is only as agitated as Kasumi continues to make her, and now the redhead pulls her feet up off the chair in front of her to lean even farther forward so as to harshly &#8216;SHHHHH!&#8217; at the fussing girl. <\/p>\n<p>Calazar begins to applaud for Teagan and the performance while commenting aside, &#8220;You had better hurry.&#8221; to Kasumi while calling out, &#8220;Brava.&#8221; for the performers. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#005fff\">And as the last notes fade and the lights go dark, there is shuffling on the stage. The breakdown has begun and indeed, the music through the speakers resumes once again as quiet background noise even as the conductor announces: &#8220;If either Ms. Morgan or Ms. Suzuki are in attendance and wish to play, the stage is all yours. Otherwise, I believe the cafeteria across the street at the student union has some refreshments available special for the event. Thank you all for coming.&#8221;<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\">  <\/p>\n<p>As part of the orchestra, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span\/span>\/span helps break down and disappears backstage. She does reappear, moments later, toward the back of the hall by the doors&#8230; likely waiting to see if either of the two do show to perform! (But the lure of food and drink and rest is a powerful one&#8230;) <\/p>\n<p>Mercy stands again, this time without being startled by flowers, and performs another round of applause. <\/p>\n<p>Seraphina continues to applaud, &#8220;I can only help so much when you poke a tiger.&#8221; Wolf. Tiger. Potayto. Potahto. She picks up a variety of roses, likely to pass out to various orchestra performers, but especially for Teagan. <\/p>\n<p>Jasper starts to stand, clapping his hands with a small smile while he avoids stepping on the flowers. <\/p>\n<p>Having heard almost nothing save for the final notes, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Sofia<\/span> joins in with the applause for the orchestra, smiling over at Teagan&#8217;s direction from the back of the audience. She shrugs and mutters something to herself in mild annoyance, but smiles through it. <\/p>\n<p>Now <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Thomas<\/span> is on his feet, clapping. Sidelong to Seraphina and Calazar, he says, &#8220;She really is exceptional.&#8221; A smile. &#8220;A far cry from the mousey little thing we met so many months ago,&#8221; he says. &#8220;Sera &#8212; you were right to use flowers. She has blossomed.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>It does not appear that either of the invited performers are even present so <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Calazar<\/span> begins to shuffle through the magically produced flowers while remarking, &#8220;Well that was surprising.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Seraphina looks aside at Thomas. &#8220;Not quite the reason for them&#8230; But I&#8217;m sure she has.&#8221; She then approaches Teagan where she waits to greet those who have come, a bouquet at the ready. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy keeps applauding but progressively slower while a lone eye holds Kasumi in its periphery, maybe watching to see if she&#8217;s going to run. <\/p>\n<p>Since neither are present (and one seems to have fled, outright), <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> seems to be waiting for those she knows to head across the road to the student union. She has her coat over one arm and seems ready to slip it on. The house lights rise, quiet music plays over the speakers (again, acting as white noise) and people begin to mingle. Performers talk in small groups or reunite with friends in the audience. The redhead is still&#8230; trembling a bit. Post-performance shakes, really. There is a smile for Seraphina as the woman approaches. &#8220;I seem to recall a plethora of flowers last time, as well. One of the few memories from that whirlwind of a night.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Kasumi flinches a little and looks over her shoulder, a little belated to the shushing, at Mercy, then at Calazar and someone. But after a slight shudder she peers at Mercy again, staring like a deer caught in the headlights though, rather than fleeing like she probably should. She&#8217;s frozen there in an awkward position of someone about to stand, but staring wide eyed at Mercy with her jaw slightly dropped. <\/p>\n<p>When Teagan approaches, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Thomas<\/span> smiles. &#8220;Very good, Miss Lawson. You would have made Professor Alejandro proud, I think. Who knows?&#8221; he says to her. &#8220;Perhaps he can hear music, twisting in the woods he wanders.&#8221; A beat. &#8220;If he wanders still, at least.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Kasumi flinches a little and looks over her shoulder, a little belated to the shushing, at Mercy, then at Calazar and Seraphina. But after a slight shudder she peers at Mercy again, staring like a deer caught in the headlights though, rather than fleeing like she probably should. She&#8217;s frozen there in an awkward position of someone about to stand, but staring wide eyed at Mercy with her jaw slightly dropped. <\/p>\n<p>Sofia smiles faintly and pushes up from her seat, looking to slip out just as quietly as she slipped in. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;When the spirit moves me&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> tells Teagan, passing along the flowers and then seeking to scoop the performer into her glimmering arms for an embrace. But in that mid-attempt, she falters, she pales, and then immediately doesn&#8217;t just wait for the woman to meet her halfway, she just grasps her and hugs a little too tight. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy must be hangry or something, her attention turns more fully onto Kasumi and she squints at the other girl with waning patience. If there was any to begin with. &#8220;Quit gawkin&#8217; at me &#8216;fore you end up with both arms in a sling.&#8221; She snaps while starting to slip her coat back on. <\/p>\n<p>Teagan looks briefly pained at Thomas&#8217;s words, but dissembles easily enough. She accepts the flowers and is turning in for the hug when she&#8217;s just pulled right in for it instead with a small &#8220;oof!&#8221; of surprise. She recovers well enough and returns Seraphina&#8217;s embrace. &#8220;Shall we go across the road and have something to eat or drink? I was too nervous to eat beforehand&#8230;&#8221; She does glance past Seraphina&#8217;s shoulder toward Mercy, lowering her voice just a touch: &#8220;Lemme guess&#8230; I don&#8217;t wanna know?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Kasumi flinches again and her jaw drops a little more. She finds it hard to keep her eyes off of Mercy after that threat, instinctively tucking her left arm in closer to herself with a wince. She grips tighter on the arm of the chair and pushes herself up, blurting out, &#8220;Stop being a complete bitch!&#8221; She gasps at her own words after she&#8217;s said them and quickly looks at Calazar. &#8220;Oh god she&#8217;s not gonna gonna haul off and hit me is she? Please don&#8217;t let her hit me!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Calazar turns to look behind himself, &#8220;Are you still here? Just walk away.&#8221; he points out bluntly and then looks to Mercy , &#8220;Are you coming across the street for the after party?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Seraphina releases Teagan, having swept her into that embrace because of Thomas&#8217;s words, most likely. &#8220;Don&#8217;t you dare say those things, Thomas. I will continue to have faith he will return. And you, as his friend and collegue &#8212; you should too.&#8221; She tells Teagan, &#8220;Don&#8217;t listen to him&#8230;&#8221; And yet, she clearly did. <\/p>\n<p>Seraphina nods aside to Kasumi, &#8220;Please, miss, you just make the matters worse by the name calling. Perhaps a sorry, and offer to buy her a drink or something else to eat at the Union?&#8221; She says this, but she is haunted, by something. Again, she shakes her head at Thomas, upset revealing on her previously smiling lips. &#8220;Now I can&#8217;t stop thinking of it. I refuse to believe what &#8212;&#8221; She pauses. &#8220;He is clever.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Teagan flinches briefly and closes her eyes for a few beats as she composes herself. &#8220;Yes. To the student union.&#8221; She releases Seraphina so that she can start pulling on her coat. &#8220;I&#8217;m trying,&#8221; she says softly to the raven-haired woman. &#8220;It&#8217;s just&#8230; harder some days than others.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Mercy lifts a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose, take a deep breath, and go to her happy place. Wherever that is. When it lowers she grunts in the affirmative to Calazar&#8217;s question and finishes adjusting the furred collar of her jacket. <\/p>\n<p>Kasumi looks around at everyone else, particularly Calazar and Seraphina, blushing quite a bit now, even looking at Mercy again, but she gulps softly again then and scoots along from the row of seats, &#8220;S-She started the shit!&#8221;, she says to Calazar on the way out, &#8220;Just so you know!!&#8221; Though after another glance at Mercy, she rushes out of the theater. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">YEAH AN&#8217; I ALWAYS GOTTA FINISH IT!<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Mercy yells after the other girl, snapping. Just for a second. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I know,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Thomas<\/span> tells Seraphina. &#8220;Perhaps they are gentle to him, if they have him,&#8221; he says, including Teagan in his conversation. &#8220;They aren&#8217;t animals &#8212; well, not all of them,&#8221; he says. &#8220;But they are alien and cruel. Perhaps he is some pampered little bet. Do you think he would look nice in a tutu?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;At least she knows where the volcano is,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> says quietly as she watches the younger woman go. &#8220;She should be able to find her way home since apparently maps are&#8230; too difficult for her.&#8221; She shakes her head slightly, but the distraction helps as she heads out of the theatre and readies herself for the brief venture into the cold to cross the road. <\/p>\n<p>Teagan does cast a look to Thomas but&#8230; does not seem willing to comment on the tutu thing. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy follows the herd, running both hands back through her hair which seems to be her calm-your-shit-girl method. <\/p>\n<p>Seraphina does not answer Thomas. She looks distant at the thought of her best friend being some play toy. She clears her throat, swinging her coat on to handle the short walk from warm to cold back to warm. She tells Mercy, &#8220;For what its worth, you did a good job keeping your cool.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Kasumi notes the sudden influx of footsteps and tenses, turning slowly. She gasps and inches suddenly closer to Jasper once she see&#8217;s Mercy right along with the rest of the group. She stares quite a bit, but she tries to glance away several times. <\/p>\n<p>And back into the warmth, cheeks flushed from the brief excursion into the cold. <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> shivers as she gestures to a specific part of the cafeteria&#8230; line or whatnot that hosts a few items specific for the reception after the event. &#8220;Enjoy. 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