Sep 14, 2016
@berceusesonata
Plenty of others had gathered around the Bard, listening to the beautiful melody he was playing. Some swayed along with the song, others were keen on watching his technique, and others still were using it as background music to a scene playing out in their mind.
When the song ended and their appreciation was given, most of the sightseers left, off to do their own business. But one stayed. A woman with long green hair, amber eyes drifting along the bard’s figure curiously.
There were no words spoken from her. She only stared.