#thread;hextanker

[lapelis-blog2]

a lbs of weed & a mixing bowl. | Seth // Selphy.

Grass under bare feet she found a secluded spot around the back of the large Inn where she had wound up. Most would be in the middle of a breakdown if the lacked as much memories as she did at this moment. Only a few fond memories of playing her lyre under the beautiful shade of trees remained. 

At her left thigh was a small leather pouch attached to a garter. It contained the goods for today. All Selphy needed was a relaxing smoke break. After finding out she was unable to use magic in this small space, she wasn’t upset. Rather she just went with it. Instead found other places to play her music in peace. 

Once set up, she set aside the green fun and brought out and old, worn silver flute. From what she can remember, it was a gift. 

Small lips hovered over the mouth piece as she blew into it. The soft sounds emerged from the flute in a gentle way. It filled the small section of the meadow just loud enough to be in an earshot of a nearby person. 

It never once crossed her mind there might be someone to actually hear it.