Timestamp: 20, Spring, 511 AV
A gentle breeze weaved around the angles of the houses, taverns, and shops inside the enchanted walls like the tail of quiet beast. The snow was quickly diminishing, and Winter was beginning to retreat in its defeat. Dalvinia bid good riddance to the chilling season. She cautiously trekked through the streets of Alvadas with each step seemed to be computed and precise. Dew-glazed grass and flowers covered the walkway as far as the eye can see. Some were of a dark blood red while others had a shade of vivid orange similar to the color of her eyes. Dalvinia looked about in mild confusion. She had yet to adjust to the daily illusions of the city. Her wooden sandals crushed the green blades below with each step. The baggy legs of her pants dragged, gathering bits of water from the dew and making her steps heavy.
Eventually, she made it to the main road, but being Alvadas, it would no doubt shift in a matter of bells. The Kelvic brushed her black bangs from out of her wide eyes as she surveyed the myriad of humanoid wonders flocking through the streets. Her focus was only directed towards the citizens for a few moments. Her bright orange eyes were then gazing upon a butcher vending various delectable meats. Long, sharp canines revealed themselves from behind her lips, and saliva began to drizzle down from her mouth. She seemed to gravitate to him and his product but never did she take a single step. Within her pack, she already had enough food to last her the week. The scent of animal flesh, however, was still a prevalent inside her head. The black-haired Kelvic took a seat on the side of the street and retrieved a red-violet ocarina. Upon the mouthpiece were distinct teeth marks given to it by its user.
Dalvinia put it to her mouth, and she played a cheerful tune that consumed her desire with its merry melody. The sweet notes removed the background noise of chattering denizens and elegant slippers crunching the grass of the street. Her eyes began to disappear behind her eyelids until only darkness stood before her. Sitting upon the grass within the city, she was an happy and humble slave of her music.