➼ @gallowsbough
Despite his constant wandering, and few returns home, in his time here thus far it felt as if the island would always behold something new to reveal. Archimedes ward would be his new target for the day, one that screamed a remembrance of Celestia. A familiar feeling, but not anything that pulled one way or another. It only held so much importance in due to one brave warrior, otherwise that place was no place he desired to stay for long. Bland topics, bland apples. No good fruit could be bore there in his mind, and those were things that spoke deeply to him.
Aimless wandering brought to a head as he realizes that he has hardly been taking in anything of the place other than aesthetics. He knows better than to judge a land on pre-existing notions. Perhaps- it could be a better place than Celestia. Maybe, the fruits here were tasteful and full of a unique life.
Deciding on the very spot that a guide would be most proper, someone who clearly holds a passion for the ward in question! A salesman, even. Low and behold, things would continue to work in the bard’s favor- a dame looking as if she were about to enjoy a nap just out in the open of a more naturally taken over part. And what a sight, so natural and at home she seemed, it inspired song in him.
With a slight strum of Der Frühling to alert her, proper lines of musical note followed close after,”It was a maid of my country, as she came by a hawthorn tree. As full of flow'rs as might be seen, she marvel'd to see the tree so green,” and with no immediate hesitation in her response he takes more steps forward, continuing this song of old.
“At last she asked of this tree, how came this freshness unto thee, and ev'ry branch so fair and clean? I marvel that you grow so green,”