Cecilia Dreams of Flying

Standing silently in the middle of a dimly lit room, Aurora faces a small black stand with a book filled with a seemingly random assortment of papers. These papers however are not random, and not just bits and pieces of parchment. Standing silently in a much longer blue robe, glasses firmly planted on her face, Aurora raises her arms against a non-existent choir and opens her hand as a small song...small, but only for a short moment.

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If one were to listen closely, there is a second-soprano voice singing amongst the harmonies in the speakers, hands waving lightly and accenting the score as if trying to draw out words from her singers. You can hear the words lowly synchronize with the BYU singers that her recording was based off of...

"In whose sweet words her inspiration shows,
Revealing insights deep and thoughts profound.
O shall Cecelia, or shall Goddess Muse
Reach then to me across eternal skies?"

Occasionally she wonders herself why the words are so important, and quickly remembers herself and her heritage. It's a mixed one, but one found deep in the polymath mages of the 15 and 1600's. As the song ends, she lowers her arms and finds the door to the practice auditorium slightly ajar, with someone peering in from outside watching her performance...if you can call a director's motions a performances. Sometimes you could.

"Come in, come in. You're not interrupting anything."

Aurora tilted back somewhat, popping her back after having stood for well over an hour rehearsing various choral and band pieces from once again, various conductors and composers...and she was not yet done. It would however be prudent to take a break and entertain guests. There was no doubt she was wanting to meet new people.

Although sometimes it didn't work quite the other way around.

Coming to the practice auditorium was something of a new experience for most students. Aurora didn't have much of a choir or band, or anything else of that matter to work on yet, but in time, maybe it would pan out. Instead, she had been teaching theory and the history behind music, and despite good impressions from the students, it was still a subject that most students stayed away from. It was boring, repetitive, and there wasn't much way to go about making it more fun besides doing a jig and dance.

It's why she got into conducting. At that point, Aurora COULD do a jig and dance, but it meant something, and her students got much more out of it than just a face full of words. It wasn't ability training or learning how to kill someone...but it was a cultural necessity.

The mage took off her coat and set it over a nearby chair as one of the students timidly made their way in, despite there being no class whatsoever to speak of at the moment.

"Good morning!"

This was going to be an equally awkward introduction most likely. Thirteen was a good conversationalist, but even after 140 years of talking to people, introductions were still always the hardest. Didn't mean however that she couldn't be happy about having a visitor for once.

"Aurora Silivasi. Or Thirteen if you wish, I go by either. I'm the director of music education here."

And that was that. Titles were for later.

"And you? You look like you are lost of the sort."

While one girl had been strangely quiet, another had found her way quietly in, asking simply if she had found the correct room for music class. Well...

"That's both a yes and a no. I only teach in here sometimes, but for the time being, yes, you've found the right place if you've come for practice."

Although, now Aurora was curious, was there a class scheduled for now? If so, she was in the wrong spot...although she couldn't remember anything. No, there was no class. Aurora leaned in somewhat.

"...I don't do generic music classes, what kind of stuff are you into?"