7th of Winter, 511 A.V. With the sun high in the sky on a warm winter day, many people romaned throughout the streets of the great city of ice. While it was true they all loved their illustrious queen greatly, one had to admit life became a little bit easier once she departed to rule over the rest of Mizahar. One young adult of only sixteen years made her way through roads covered in a thin layer of snow. Her long white fur cloak hung loosely around her shoulders as she marched with lute in both hands, idly playing as she went on. Her tune, as always, was merry and light, in her attempt to simply bring a bit of joy to the lives of others. As she came to pass an old tavern though, the owner happened to be outside. This woman was in her thirties, wrinkles on her face mostly covered up with heavy manke-up. Her face was gaunt, eyes small, turning a light shade of red as she heard the younger girl's tune. "You there! Bard!" Her piercing voice reached the instrumentalist's ears, and she turned to perk a brow at the older woman. "You're not half bad with that, are you?" The musician's teeth barely showed as she smiled. "I would like to imagine I've some skill, ma'am. I do try to prac-" "You have a name?" The older woman interjected, arms crossed over her large chest. "Inessa Snowsong, ma'am." "Huh, a Snowsong. Should have figured. Listen, the man who usually plays in here's ill. I need someone who can just play a song or two in the background, nothing too major. Think you'd be up for it? I'll pay you, work'll last about a week." Inessa nodded eagerly, letting out a 'mhm'. "I would love to! When do I start?" "Once the sun sets. And don't worry about anyone trying to make a move on you, we've an older crowd. They're all married." Inessa's once blue eyes shifted oh so slightly to a dark green at this. "Oh. Of course. Well, then I would be more than delighted." "Great. See you tonight then. We'll discuss the pay afterwards." Inessa nodded once more, eyes turning blue as her head tilted to the left. "Could I have your name?" "Oh? Ah... Johnna." The musician spared a wince at the woman's lack of last name. "I'll be there." |