"Deaf folk hear the fairies However soft their song; 'Tis we who lose the honey sound Amid the clamor all around That beats the whole day long." ~Rose Fyleman

Autumn Tree (Live at Castlefest 2015) by Folk Noir https://www.youtube.com/watch"v=5obU4mMJdnw

It was the music that first caught her attention. It brought the grumpy elf to pause a moment with a faint tilting of her silvery blond head. She loved all sorts of music. Tasha listened to a variety all the time from back home and even occasionally the more modern stuff around the town. The melody that had caused her to pause however was unique. The tune was lively yet light and airy at the same time, and the urge to tap a foot or clap occurred. Something about it however felt different from what she was used to. Sure, some bands she knew used a sort of magic, like Horn Dance and Mock Avenue just to name a few. Thus with her interest piqued, Tasha paused on the grand, sweeping marble steps leading towards the Grand Library of Cisroe and headed downward instead.

A crowd had formed around the musicians at the base of the steps. The tune they played filled the air. Tasha's mage site was catching a variety of motes woven into the song which instantly caught her attention. This sort of spell casting was certainly out of the ordinary and that made the small elf instantly curious.

Tasha prided herself on being well versed in the various forms of magic and sorcery. She might not have the ability or skill to use all of them, of course, but recognizing unusual uses of wizardry and such was one of her many interests. What she was hearing and seeing now, didn't match up with her mental array of magical knowledge. This was something totally new to her.

She watched with interest, not fully immune to these enchantments, as she found herself tapping a toe or clapping along. Tasha even dropped some coins into the jar placed out on the ground in front of the musicians. But unlike many others, including many of the mages of the city of Cisroe, Tasha was fully aware that there was some unknown conjuring going on.

When they finished and started to pack up their instruments, she finally took a moment and approached. Not really one for subtly, Tasha asked what sort of magics they had been using.

The elven band denied any such thing, but there was a noticeable exchanging of looks. Of course she noticed and Tasha instantly dig in her heels, metaphorically speaking. "Look, I won't go telling the City Guard you're using enchantments. I am just curious about what kind of magic you're using. That's it."

All were dressed as travelers with the sturdy leather's most in this world favored, but this group had a bit of flair in the colors and the billowing sleeved shirts found mostly with bards. It was the tallest of the group that answered. He was obviously the leader and after a deep sigh he stared at the short elf. "We call it "Bohemian Magic". It's an ability gifted to us by the Goddess, Fenela. She seeks to bring art to the world of Carowyn."

Tasha knew a bit about some pantheon's of this world and realized that the reason she could 'see" some of those magical motes was her own connection to the Ame Endroi. Even with that little mystery solved, it still didn't ease her curiosity, only added to it. Old magics lost over time had a certain appeal to the young elf. "Can you teach this magic to others?"

"You wish to learn it?" The tall elf asked cocking an inquiring brow.