Well no problems in writing until now and hopefully it'll stay like that for a long time.
Pretty happy with how the story is going so far and hopefully all of you agree as well.
The beating sound of the music could barely be heard in Oliza's head as all her emotions came rushing in whenever she looked at Ulrik, drowning out all her surroundings. It had become increasingly difficult to hide her feelings and had forgotten that she now belonged to not another man and that soon enough, her body and soul would be dedicated to her people and her future heir. When time passed, she would be a mother and a queen, both trying tasks. But for the moment, she relished in the company of her beloved, becoming nearly reckless and losing all sense of conscience.
The shared a few discreet glances, both drunk in the mirth of the vivacious feast. The bonfires burned brightly in the darkness of the night as serpiente dancers performed in the synkal of Wyvern's Court. No one noticed the small glances and slight touches now and then, or the reason why Oliza and Avaram were so far apart. No one saw anything. Everyone's eyes focused on the dancers and everyone's ears listened to the music. The few guards that graced the feast were enjoying themselves as well for there was nothing to fear in Wyvern's Court.
The music came to a stop and the dancers walked down to rest for a few moments before they performed once again.
Ulrik walked towards Oliza and whispered to her softly enough for only her to hear. "Meet me in the gardens of the room we were in before."
Oliza nodded slightly and bade him to leave first. Ulrik lost himself in the crowds of avians, serpientes, and wyverns and only his shadow could be seen as he walked along the corridors. Oliza looked up towards the moon before she too followed moments after. For a moment, Namidia, her guard and friend, caught her eye and gave her an inquiring glance. Oliza only signaled her to keep quiet and cover for her as she walked into the corridor towards the guest room.
She walked into the main guest room and looked out into the darkness of the gardens in the courtyard. She called out Ulrik's name softly as she walked into the dark courtyard and was received by his embrace as he crept up behind her. She relaxed in his arms and leaned her head back against his shoulder as he kissed her neck softly. She turned around to face him and then placed on the bend of his jaw, her lips touching the soft skin that had been covered by a shaggy beard before. She kissed his face and placed her palms against his chest as they traveled up towards his face. He was there, real to her and kissing her. His hands traveled to caress the length of her thigh and to slowly pull up the long silk dress that was supposed to be unclasped by the hands of another man.
Yes, it was there, where once again Oliza gave in to the charms of Ulrik, the wolf who had enchanted her with his silver eyes and would never leave her mind. For a moment, she could still feel the softness of the earth and the smell of the forest, her mind still locked in those blissful memories.
As for how music helps me, well that's pretty much I how started to write. Due to my "imagination", there's a lot of music that just plays out a story into my head whenever I listen to it. Usually it never has words, or at least, words that I understand.
Among the music I've listened to lately is songs from Natacha Atlas with songs like (Le Printemps), Dead can Dance (Radharc, Yulunga), soundtracks from "El Clon", "Hero", and "Lord of the Rings" etc…
When I finish both Silver Rose and this fan-fic I'll post all the music and stuff at the end…
Enjoy!