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Matthew
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Nov 13, 2011 06:22PM
"Its amazing how they keep the weather here so nice" Olvan said, admiring the clearness of the sky.
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"It's pretty convenient. But I like storms every now and then," Loia says, individual blades snaking between her toes, tickling her skin.
"Yep, it gets boring only drawing the calmness of nature, and not its wild dangerous side." He replied, he sat down, then lay in the grass feeling the when blow over his face.
Loia remained standing so she could better command the sea of green, strong breezes causing the grass to flow in graceful waves.
Olvan sits up and plays on his flute:http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=jAJ4i1L3y5M
The tune mimics the wind as it brushes through the field of grass.
Loia grinned, sinking to her knees so she could feel the grass against her fingertips as the wind moved back towards them.
Olvan stands up as he plays his tune, the tune becoming wilder and wilder. The the mood changes again, calmer then it quickens. The tune changes multiply time, transfixing nature with its every note.
She let her power flow through her, through the music as if both she and the flute were conducting the dancing grass.
"You gonna join the capture the flag game? I'll be playing music on the side, possibly even more people might join in. Music can excite the nerves and strengthen its instincts, and lots more..." he stated.

