Fantasy Medieval Music - Dance With Dragons ★

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 young bard Elara, with a scarred fiddle and a sharp wit, went to the central hearth. She began with a low, droning open string, like a dragon's first morning breath. Fantasy Medieval Music - Dance with Dragons

The tavern’s mage sent embers swirling into the rafters. The music shifted into an anthem. This was the "Glide," where the dragon rises above the clouds. The drums dropped away, replaced by silver bells. The air in the didn’t just smell of

As Elara played the final note, the tavern fell silent. Then, applause shook the ceiling. The tavern’s mage sent embers swirling into the rafters

The tavern's percussionist began a slow, heavy thud on a drum skinned with basilisk hide. Thump-shhh. Thump-shhh.

The music began to climb. Flutes mimicked the whistles of hatchlings, while cellos groaned like gold-hoarders.

Elara bowed. In the back, an old knight wiped a tear. He hadn't seen a dragon in forty years, but he had been flying. Additional details could include: