Thread: With Wind and Sound [BlinkyWinky & Raziel99]

It was common for champions to have some sort of significant history that ultimately propelled them to join the League, including Sona herself. Though hers was, admittedly, not as exciting as some, it bound all of them together in a way that was understandable and even respected. Even some of the Demacian champions like herself had respect for Katarina, leader of the Noxian High Command. In her eyes, Yasuo was no different as he, too, came from a background of turmoil. He may have been hated by the Ionians, but he would be respected by the rest of Valoran for his story of innocence and seemingly supreme fighting power. The girl stayed silent for some time, mulling over his story in her head as she lead the way out of the Inn. Dusk had fallen over Piltover, and the last remnants of the sun could be seen as a hue of orange and pink that settled at the edge of the horizon, expanding into a deep blue as the color stretched across the sky. Already she could see the citizens arriving at the recital hall, gathering at the front of a white building with columns and a grand entry way of mahogony doors. She smiled it was a rather large crowd, and the larger ones seemed to calm her nerves a bit more. The walkway to the side of the building was much larger than the halls of Piltrover Inn, and she hung back for a second to walk next to Yasuo. Do you want to go to the Institute to find information that will help you find your killer? I know not of anyone who explicitly states they use a wind technique...the blade mastery of Ionia is unparalleled by any other place...Irelia, Master Yi, and yourself...all champions who can use blades exquisitely. Then again, I could be wrong. They arrived at another door to which Sona entered first, directing the Yasuo to a section of seating out in the hall. It directly faced the stage, and it was considered to be prime seating within the house. Lux was seated there already, as was Caitlyn and Vi. Sit there with your fellow champions or in the back somewhere if you prefer not to be seen. I am quite honored to meet you, and I do hope you enjoy my music. Sona smiled once more then disappeared behind a heavy red curtain. The concert started right on time, with the lights dimming as Sona stepped out from the curtain, a heavy techmaturigc spotlight lit heavily on her face and body. She had changed clothing, donning a stark white set of robes that no longer had sleeves but were much more revealing in the front, showing off ample cleavage. After a wave hello, she begun to play her Etwahl, fingers moving gracefully across the strings. She required no set order of songs, nor did she need to memorize songs because they always a came from her heart, changing and adapting to her emotions. The music brought the audience on a ride, using a central melody that she manipulated at different points to portray happiness, sadness, love, and other strong emotions. At the end of the concert, the woman gave a bow and descended the steps of the stage to the audience, accepting the various compliments and thanking her guests. Then, after the crowd around her died down, she slipped out of the same door she and Yasuo used earlier, waiting for her companion to come out.