Thread: Shifting Sands (Ren Olvry & Myn)

Sona ...... Occupation Musician Affiliation DemaciaIonia Free Height 5'6 168cm Hair Cyan Blue Eyes Cerulean Blue Persona Peaceful Myn's F-List Myn's Requests The scorching sun had once again risen to take its place high above in the clear blue skies. The proud radiant rays of light bearing down indiscriminately on the searing sands, and tanned citizens of the Shuriman desert who went about their day as per usual, not a single one of the men and women of a certain village bothered to stop and inquire when they noticed a young woman hunched against a wall in the village square, a fine silken garment showing from beneath a recently tattered cloak that concealed much of her features. Against her chest she held a unfamiliar instrument to the people of the region, indicating she was some sort of entertainer, perhaps a bard or songstress of sorts, though as the minutes trickled by the woman showed no signs of stringing her instrument of calling attention to herself. As the sun perched itself atop the apex of its domain though, people were starting to stop and point towards her. And although some showed concern as to whether she was alive or not, none dared approach her, not wanting to burden their already unstable lives by taking in a foreigner whod seemingly come from nowhere. A soft murmur suddenly sounded from the girl as she shuffled noticeably beneath her cloak. A small pale hand slipping out and reaching up to her face as she brushed away a few stray strands of teal blue, that had clung to her forehead from the heat. The Shuriman heat really was a bane to those unaccustomed to the heat, and Sona was no different. Her misfortune had started when the caravan of merchants shed paid to travel with had been ambushed by an unseen foe. Someone had shouted out XerSai during the frantic moments that followed, but there was no way of finding out what the man had meant by his cry as hed been cut down shortly after. As far as Sona knew she was the only survivor, though that too wouldnt last long as shed lost nearly all her belonging during her escape. Fortunately the one item shed managed to salvage was the instrument she clung onto dearly. Her tool-of-trade, and also a cherished lifelong friend of hers. The mere act of running her finger along the smooth wood filled her with a sense of calm and motivation. First thing was first, she needed to cover her expenses. The people of the village didnt seem too well off, but surely theyd be able to spare a flask of water, and a few crumbs? The thought of busking didnt bother her in the slightest despite having played her instrument on grander stages. To Sona music was music, regardless of who the audience was, and even if she didnt manage to earn a single copper piece, she hoped her sounds would uplift the mood of at least someone in the village. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, the entire village seemed to fall silent with anticipation as those nearby watched to see what was about to happened, a look of excitement and intrigue starting to flicker in the depths of their eyes as they sensed something was about to happen. Those whod dismissed her earlier quickly turned their heads as the first chord was struck, a harmoniously melodic ring piercing the silence and filling the air before another, and then another chord was strummed, each individual note seamlessly blending with the former to form a vibrant tune of vigour and energy. Like the first droplets of dew on a fresh sunny morning, the tune was one none of the inhabitants could even begin to comprehend. Though one thing was for certain the elegant notes, the gentleness of each sound, and cheer it brought was one any and every single one of them could appreciate, and within moments a small crowd had assembled before her. Men and women, young and old. A small but genuinely smile could be seen on the songstresss lips as she lost herself in her own music. Appreciating the gift she had been given in exchange for her ability to speak.