[hr][hr]
[center][color=LightPink][h1]Syleste Astrea Nioré[/h1]
[img]http://i1150.photobucket.com/albums/o620/Vicier/Vicier%20-%20Percy%20Jackson%20Roleplay%20-%20Characters/Syleste%20Niore%20-%20Gif%2002_zpsto4fnwrf.gif[/img]
[b]Location:[/b] Red Lake Music School.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Cleo D'Nile ([@Damo021]).
[b]Songs:[/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvFH_6DNRCY]"Clair De Lune" by Claude Debussy[/url].[/sup][/color][/center]
[hr][hr]

She was doing what she did best… Losing herself within the sweet melody that drifted out of the large grand piano, Syleste completely missed the familiar tone of her phone ringing from inside her jacket pocket, the well known lyrics of ‘Carry On My Wayward Son’ drowned out almost completely as she let her fingers continue to glide over the ivory keys, the music seeming to build… louder and grander until eventually, she paused, her fingertips gentle as she slowed her pace.

Clair De Lune… first written by Claude Debussy… The piece was by far one of her favorites; one of her most practiced and perfected to the point where her work and technique were almost flawless when in comparison to some of the others in the school that had attempted to try it. Originally named ‘Promenade Sentimentale’, though later renamed after the light of the moon; consisting of four movements, and once considered to be ‘rustic’ and ‘clumsy’ dance by those who lived within Italy, it was certainly one for the ages and featured in more than several separate movie scores… Giant… Oceans Eleven… Twilight…

She shook her head lightly as though to push the thought out of her mind- she might not have been able to actually see the movie; but everything she had heard about it led her to believe that she was the lucky one… the very idea of it had a soft chuckle slipping out through her soft pink lips as she continued to play the beautiful instrument, allowing it’s gentle melody to fill the room and warm her very core, leaving her completely oblivious to the world around her… or so it seemed…

[color=LightPink]“..hello Cleo…”[/color]

Her voice was soft, as gentle as the music that she was playing as she greeted her friend, the sweet though citrusy smell of mandarin and grapefruit floating into the room from somewhere behind where she sat at the piano, giving away to her friends arrival long before she had even heard her carefully taken footsteps nearing her. Letting her hands pause over the keys, the music stopped, the girl taking a moment to lift her head up, turning it lightly to the side so that Cleo was able to see just the smallest amount of her face, her cloudy light blue eyes gazing unseeingly at edge of the piano keys.

[color=LightPink]“Riley didn’t come to pick me up like she normally does… did she send you instead..?”[/color]