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It had been a long day. It had started with him waking in the woods where he’d fallen asleep, under attack by a group of monsters who had snuck up on him while he was unconscious. It had only gone downhill from there - he had been rained on, and been lost for most of the day - not to mention he’d not had a bite to eat since the afternoon before.
When he’d finally reached a town he’d been kicked out within an hour for playing his ocarina in the streets. He’d been trying to make a bit of coin for at least a hot meal - and maybe even a night at the inn - but apparently nobody had been feeling all that charitable.
So now, here he sat, on the grass by the edge of a dirt road, less than a mile from the gates of the town he’d been evicted from. He’d begun playing his ocarina again, taking the opportunity to distract himself from everything that was going wrong today. Instead of focusing on the gnawing hunger in his stomach, or the bruises on his arms from the guards’ rough hands as they threw him out, he would focus on the clear notes that rang through the air untainted.
It was nice; no matter what happened or where he went, his music always reminded him of happier days. Of home, whatever that was supposed to mean. He wasn’t playing any particular melody at the moment, just messing around and finding notes that sounded nice together. He was rather skilled by this point in his life, and he knew the music sounded lovely.
Not that anyone was actually listening.
