YsMPC 1.1: Relaxing Atmosphere [Agito]
Apr 3, 2021 19:16:02 GMT
Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2021 19:16:02 GMT
YsMPC 1.1: Relaxing Atmosphere [Agito]
Gertrude had never been to Y’s before; truth be told she hadn’t heard of the place even while working for skald and herald. It seemed to fly right under their radar and hers for the longest time. Perhaps it was because they were so focused on what was in front of them that they missed the bigger picture.
The veemon was at a loss for words staring down at the city; she had been here for maybe a few nights at best. Before the start of this festival to sort of peek around; wondering what sort of events or the like that people had planned for this so-called festival. But all she ever got for answers were vague; up until it was the cusp of the very first night. Something changed in the city; the excitement was there but there was mirth and happiness.
The sort of thing that she didn’t get to feel all too often and while she wasn’t the sort to really spend willy nilly [due to her not having a lot of funds anyways…] The veemon found herself setting up shop in a gazebo; testing her harp’s strings a few times before quietly playing for those around her.
She wasn’t much of a singer; or much of someone that had a good way with words. So she let the harp do the singing for her. It wasn’t hard due to her having all those extra hands; it practically sang for her; twisting musical notes into words and words into musical notes. It was practically art.
It was gentle, it embraced the evening.
It was a way for her to destress after such a mess of a life. So she let it all out; letting the music take her away and giving her all into it. Even until the cusp of the night she still played; she figured due to the ghost hands that she didn’t really get fatigued from them. Both a blessing and a curse she figured. She deigned to take a few minutes to herself; looking down at her case with a small tired look.
”Must have been playing for hours…”
It was still nice of people to pay those that played for their time; but she had figured she’d get more from something like this. Shrugging her shoulders the veemon leaned back; staring up at the sky for a brief moment; mulling over the things she could do for money around here before… well her hands started playing again and she lost herself into the tune. It was a gentle melody; the sort of thing you'd expect to hear in an inn or the like. Though there was that soft undertone of sadness that didn't quite seem in the right place for that sort of atmosphere...
Gertrude had never been to Y’s before; truth be told she hadn’t heard of the place even while working for skald and herald. It seemed to fly right under their radar and hers for the longest time. Perhaps it was because they were so focused on what was in front of them that they missed the bigger picture.
The veemon was at a loss for words staring down at the city; she had been here for maybe a few nights at best. Before the start of this festival to sort of peek around; wondering what sort of events or the like that people had planned for this so-called festival. But all she ever got for answers were vague; up until it was the cusp of the very first night. Something changed in the city; the excitement was there but there was mirth and happiness.
The sort of thing that she didn’t get to feel all too often and while she wasn’t the sort to really spend willy nilly [due to her not having a lot of funds anyways…] The veemon found herself setting up shop in a gazebo; testing her harp’s strings a few times before quietly playing for those around her.
She wasn’t much of a singer; or much of someone that had a good way with words. So she let the harp do the singing for her. It wasn’t hard due to her having all those extra hands; it practically sang for her; twisting musical notes into words and words into musical notes. It was practically art.
It was gentle, it embraced the evening.
It was a way for her to destress after such a mess of a life. So she let it all out; letting the music take her away and giving her all into it. Even until the cusp of the night she still played; she figured due to the ghost hands that she didn’t really get fatigued from them. Both a blessing and a curse she figured. She deigned to take a few minutes to herself; looking down at her case with a small tired look.
”Must have been playing for hours…”
It was still nice of people to pay those that played for their time; but she had figured she’d get more from something like this. Shrugging her shoulders the veemon leaned back; staring up at the sky for a brief moment; mulling over the things she could do for money around here before… well her hands started playing again and she lost herself into the tune. It was a gentle melody; the sort of thing you'd expect to hear in an inn or the like. Though there was that soft undertone of sadness that didn't quite seem in the right place for that sort of atmosphere...
