Galway Girl [Closed]

[ambientmagic]

Evan strolled across campus in the early-morning dew, whistling a tune from his childhood. The party he'd been attending had broken up an hour or two ago, when it was still dark, but there was no point in sleeping after the rush of the party. Evan had simply drank one of his potions to give him a bit more energy for the next five hours or so and gone from house to house, blessing the window gardens and porch plants.

Now that dawn had technically broken, it was time to collect a few dewdrops and other bits and pieces, maybe pick up a latte, and then head over to his office to change before the campus woke up properly. Evan was known for having highly available office hours, after all. It wouldn't do to turn away any hopefuls.

He hummed as he coaxed dewdrops from a shrub near the history building into a small vial. Strange... This morning his little notes seemed to carry further than usual. It was like someone was singing along on the wind.

Someone was singing.

Quite well, actually. He took a few steps back and looked around the quad. There wasn't anyone on the sidewalks, and it certainly wasn't coming from inside a building or car. Finally, he looked up.

There was someone perched on top of the history building, right next to the finial, singing and... dancing?

Delighted, Evan settled in to listen to his impromptu concert. What goes up must come down, and he would be thrilled to make the acquaintance of anyone who could both sing and climb to the top of a four story building before seven am.