Fall 22, 512 AV
Just outside of Zeltiva
Early Morning
As usual, a blonde walked out of Zeltiva and through the tall grass. He could do this blind folded now, but he just looked at his hand brush the grass at his sides. The grass had been flattened down from the days of being walked over, leaving the short walls of grass on both sides. The small patch of familiar trees was only a short way ahead, but he was in no hurry, like he never was. Wasn’t like anyone was waiting for him truly, as much as he’d like to believe the corpse underground could hear him still.
The artist was carrying his pack which contained a flute, music book, and his sketchbook with some charcoal. His usual things he takes along with him out here now and days. After all, playing flute in town and being horrible isn’t a good mix and fortunately, no one was usually around to hear it anyway. Drawing was much more quiet then on the docks, providing a different type of mood and concentration of sorts. To sum it up, it was different out here then it was inside the bustling city.
After walking in the middle of the small patch of trees, he sat down by the tree in front of the small mound of dirt, taking his pack off and setting it next to him. Taking the flute that was sticking out already, he moved his prized sketchbook out of the way to grab the music book. He still didn’t have a clue how to read the odd… language on the pages, but the fingers that were drawn in on that inside cover by her hand made it easier. He didn’t really read the book for the songs; he just played with fingerings a bit. It’s a start. Besides, he didn’t want to play someone else’s song. He wanted to make his own. The hypocrite needs to do the same with his memories.
He had nothing to say today, nothing of importance that he could share with the air. The only thing important enough to share was his dastardly deed, in which he didn’t wish to share. He wanted to leave that behind and move on. Though he should be doing the same with other aspect of his life as well.
Just outside of Zeltiva
Early Morning
As usual, a blonde walked out of Zeltiva and through the tall grass. He could do this blind folded now, but he just looked at his hand brush the grass at his sides. The grass had been flattened down from the days of being walked over, leaving the short walls of grass on both sides. The small patch of familiar trees was only a short way ahead, but he was in no hurry, like he never was. Wasn’t like anyone was waiting for him truly, as much as he’d like to believe the corpse underground could hear him still.
The artist was carrying his pack which contained a flute, music book, and his sketchbook with some charcoal. His usual things he takes along with him out here now and days. After all, playing flute in town and being horrible isn’t a good mix and fortunately, no one was usually around to hear it anyway. Drawing was much more quiet then on the docks, providing a different type of mood and concentration of sorts. To sum it up, it was different out here then it was inside the bustling city.
After walking in the middle of the small patch of trees, he sat down by the tree in front of the small mound of dirt, taking his pack off and setting it next to him. Taking the flute that was sticking out already, he moved his prized sketchbook out of the way to grab the music book. He still didn’t have a clue how to read the odd… language on the pages, but the fingers that were drawn in on that inside cover by her hand made it easier. He didn’t really read the book for the songs; he just played with fingerings a bit. It’s a start. Besides, he didn’t want to play someone else’s song. He wanted to make his own. The hypocrite needs to do the same with his memories.
He had nothing to say today, nothing of importance that he could share with the air. The only thing important enough to share was his dastardly deed, in which he didn’t wish to share. He wanted to leave that behind and move on. Though he should be doing the same with other aspect of his life as well.
