The air in the didn’t just smell of roasted mutton and spilled ale; it hummed with the vibration of a dozen lutes. Tonight was the Feast of the High Wing , the only night when the mountain clans and the valley folk put aside their steel to play the "Dance with Dragons."
The patrons began to move, mirroring each other. One played the "Hunter," the other the "Drake." As Elara’s fiddle took flight into a frantic tremolo, the dancers spun, their cloaks like wings. Fantasy Medieval Music - Dance with Dragons
The grime of the medieval world vanished. There were no taxes, harvests, or wars. There was only the soaring melody. The air in the didn’t just smell of
