[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[PhantomUnderYourDesk]

Tandal: "You should keep your money. I had a small windfall recently and my family will not be in need once I arrive. Besides, your money will go farther back in civilization. But I thank you for the thought, and I do really hope you will write to me somehow. Or visit these lovely marshes again sometime." He shakes hands with Shiva.
"Yes, I would be glad to listen to you sing our treasured Skirl. The music is nothing without the right rare instrument and the right frame of mind, so you do not have to worry about accidentally summoning the Southern Wind."

The elder begins to play without a word. The melody is simple enough, and it repeats often, allowing Shiva to jump in when she is ready.

Oh. Well, if that's the thing, then Shiva agrees to that and packs away her money again. She wasn't quite sure what to do with it though... For now she was saving it, she can still buy a lot of new Pokeballs later but not in Arrowroot Village. She also thankfully returned his handshake, although her grasp is not very strong. It is friendly and appreciating though. At 'lovely marshes' she could only chuckle coyly.

The right rare instrument... Something about that rang in Shiva's mind. Guess they have to visit the Nature Preserve for this instrument. The song was written for flute originally, and they had magical flutes appearantly...

Uhm... Now that she shall - was about - to give it a real try, she did grew nervous. Stage fright! However, Nightshade nuzzling her Master from her place beside Chicorita giving out a calming aroma on their Master's shoulder did a fine job to easing her nerves. Eventually, after having repeated things in her mind alongside the melody the elder was playing, she coughed and... yes, it took a lot of courage from her. Her voice was low and relatively insecure among the first lines, but it almost naturally grew louder and more cheerful the more words she spoke. Sorry, sang. Chanted.

Lyrics

Hum
Breathe
Your breath is the southern wind.

Hum
Breathe
The forests have been thinned.

Cotton
And fruit
Grown tall by summer storm

Cotton
Fruit
Her wool will keep you warm

Hum and breath throughout the mangroves ring
Now bathed in water borne of swamp and spring.
The sleepy hunter watched the sky and grinned
His spirit carried on the breath of southern wind.

Hum
Breathe
The seasons pass us by

Hum
Breathe
See Mother Nature cry

Hum
Breath
SEE MOTHER NATURE CRY!
BECAUSE WE MAKE IT BRIGHT!

The last few lines came out louder and more cheerful from her than she may have expected on her own. In fact, she couldn't help herself but to underline them with a graceful sweeping gesture now looking higher than the bonfire that she was oserving and concentrating on the whole time, as if she was welcoming the Incarnate with her open arms.

(Like this, this is a good picture of the gesture I had in mind, except Shiva's in sitting position)