Diamond

Female. Lives in Beyond Equestria. Born on March 31, 1988

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Unicorn

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Canon - G4, throughout and beyond the events of show.

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Narrative

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Diamond

February 25, 2025 6:29 am RP

#rp Faint music drifted on the breeze, delicate and enchanting, like a whisper of something both timeless and ephemeral. Its gentle plucks of strings seemed to ripple through the air, following the c... View More#rp Faint music drifted on the breeze, delicate and enchanting, like a whisper of something both timeless and ephemeral. Its gentle plucks of strings seemed to ripple through the air, following the currents of the wind before fading again into the distance. To the unknowing ear, it would be nothing more than a passing moment, a soft melody carried by the breeze. But for those who listened closely, it called them—beckoned them to seek its origin, like the tempting smell of a pie cooling on the windowsill, coaxing them with the promise of something more. If one followed the ethereal tunes long enough, they would eventually come upon a clearing where the dew clung to the grass in delicate crystals, shimmering in the pale light of the morning. There, sitting on an ancient stump of a once-mighty tree, was Diamond. She was a vision of peace and focus, her eyes closed as her hooves danced across the strings of a harp that seemed almost unreal. The instrument was there, but it was like a shimmering wisp, a faintly glowing version of a full-sized harp, as though the music itself had manifested it into being. The strings hummed and resonated with a life of their own, each note a perfect reflection of her concentration and intent. Diamond’s presence was both serene and captivating, as though she had become one with the music. Her soft, harmonic voice began to rise, blending seamlessly with the tune of the harp, creating a melody that seemed to flow in perfect harmony with the very air around her. The notes were enchanting, each one slipping through the air like a soft breeze, carrying a beauty that was almost otherworldly. Her voice was soothing, sweet, yet held a depth that could stir the soul, drawing listeners in with the soft pull of a lullaby, or the haunting undertones of a forgotten tale. The rhythmic swaying of the harp’s strings and her haunting voice formed a symbiotic relationship—a quiet, powerful partnership that seemed to breathe together, each note woven into the next with a purpose. It was as if the music was alive, a living entity that existed only in that moment, as fleeting as it was eternal. Diamond, in this delicate, enchanted space, wasn’t just practicing. She was crafting a spell of sorts, an offering to the world around her, one that spoke of timelessness, beauty, and a longing for connection. Her music was a bridge, an invitation for any who would hear it to join her in the quiet depths of her song—a place where the wind, the harp, and the voice became one.

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Diamond

(( A little number like this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAnZcsLscTw ))

Magical Harp Music ~ Song of the Lake www.youtube.com

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Hawker Hurricane

-He flits through the woods, muttering to himself, stressed to the max. Than....he hears it....the sweet sweet music. Distracted, he goes looking for the source, only to find, her. A beautiful pony playing beautiful music. He heard of witches before, good and bad, as well as sorceresses and.....godd... View More

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Slavene Slaptop

-She flies over head, looking for dangers. Hearing the sweet tune from above, she dives closer to investigate, spotting a pretty pony playing a harp. Half of her wants to just lay on the grass, to let the music bath her warmth and relaxation. The other half, wonders if it's a hidden evil. Flying low... View More

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Spinneret

Sprout closed her eyes, letting the music guide her to its source. Whoever was playing this wonderful song was somepony she needed to meet. In fact, she felt almost lured in as she stepped softly, careful not to interrupt her listening with any outside noise. As she approached, it stopped being a... View More

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Diamond

She sat in her chosen spot, a solitary figure amidst the quiet, where the winds of the season brought few wanderers. It was not a good season for bards—not yet, at least. The roads lay barren of travelers, the usual throng of eager listeners absent until next month, when the tides of time would once... View MoreShe sat in her chosen spot, a solitary figure amidst the quiet, where the winds of the season brought few wanderers. It was not a good season for bards—not yet, at least. The roads lay barren of travelers, the usual throng of eager listeners absent until next month, when the tides of time would once again bring movement and stories to the land. She seemed unaware of the changeling at first, lost in the delicate dance of her fingers across the strings and the rise of her voice, weaving seamlessly into the symphony she played. Her song, haunting and rich with history, enveloped the air. But then, in a fleeting moment, her left eye opened, casting a soft, knowing glance in the direction of 'Sprout.' A brief pause in her movement, a subtle acknowledgment, before she returned to her song—her gaze, her rhythm, all flowing together as if nothing had happened at all. Her lips curled into a faint smile, serene and unbothered. Her silvery-white mane caught in the wind, flowing in a shimmering cascade, dancing around her like the very breeze had decided to take form. It twirled in a vortex of ethereal light, sparkling like a thousand delicate jewels or the flutter of unseen wings. Fairies, perhaps, that only she could see. Or perhaps, they were the very essence of her song, manifesting in the air, giving life to the music that rose from her soul. Then, without warning, she spoke, her voice a gentle lilt, her accent unmistakable, yet faint: "Velcome, schtranger. Haf you kome to rest undt enchoy mein vork?" Her words were soft, but they carried the weight of something much older, something beyond the reach of the present. A quiet chuckle escaped her lips, a sound that seemed to twirl with the notes of her song as she resumed, "Tales, I singkt. Ballads uff adfenturers, memoirs uff zose uff old. I trafel ze lents undt schare mein art to all vho schare in mein delight." Her gaze never wavered as she continued, her voice a stream of timeless melody, drawing from some deep well of stories untold, waiting for an audience to share them.

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Spinneret

Spinneret stopped singing as soon as Diamond began talking. Even her normal speaking voice felt like music to the little changeling, a quality she couldn't help but envy. Her antennae seemed to dance in response to the voice, an involuntary action that revealed much about her. Speaking of reveali... View More

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