The moon was still hidden beneath the dark clouds when they left the cave, stepping outside, to a different world
It was a peaceful night in the Coast, unusually warm for a Deepwinter night, yet the breeze shook the bodies of the drow women as they stepped on the grass and stones. For some of them the cold air and the majestic veil of the night covering the surface was something new. Bizarre, yet familiarly welcoming
To the older ones, it inspired certain awe and brought forth a faint smile.
The time was close. They started unpacking their musical instruments and their wonderful blades. Once again, they would celebrate and praise their Lady, away from the terror of the Underdark. Clerics and bards, all followers of the Dark Maiden had gathered in a circle now, surrounding the small campfire
Red, bright eyes that could haunt a man for eternity shone under their hoods. Each wore light robes, and held an imposing sword, for even among men few would dare swing such large weapons in battle.
But the clerics were not here to fight, but to rejoice. They were here to praise their goddess according their mystic customs. The beauty of their finely crafted weapons was only matched by their own. The few drow standing aside the circle held drums, harps and flutes but they all remained still and speechless as if standing guards of a fabled treasure.
The wind blew once again, softly humming as it passed through the trees, shaking their leaves.
Shadows danced in the landscape and the campfire, as the dark clouds moved a little aside, allowing the moonlight, Selune's grace, to reach the dark elves
At the same instance, a lonely drop of water fell.
It hit the leathery drums alongside their owner's hand.
The pounce breathed movement in the bodies of the clerics. As their robes fell to the ground and their blades were raised above their white hair, the dance began. It was akin to having their limbs released from invisible chains, as their naked bodies moved in unity, following the melody of the drums. Within moments the wooden drums were joined by the harps,the flutes, the tambourines and the mighty rain
The dance and the music, combined in their enchanting festive song would have awoken nearby witches and animals, if they were nearby, and it could have just as easily drawn the attention of travelers.
The bodies of the clerics danced rhythmically, as fine as any other elves with such ebony skin, filled with such grace and magic that would stun the greatest wizard or spell-weaver. It was a magnificent sight for the eyes of any creature, as much as it was an unforgettable song for one's ears. Even the sounds of rainfall, the trees and the stars seemed to follow the lead of the dark elves' music and their mesmerizing dance, as the moonlight mingled softly with the shadows of the night