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5:05 PM
WHO: Arha Masaari
WHEN: December
WHAT: Arrival, finding a cottage with a garden
WHERE: Gazin, forest
WARNINGS: TBA?
--Arrival; Gazin--
She is back again among the familiar forest with some curious crows. She sings as she walks casting calm and peace where she can. She'll need to get back to Gazin without a disturbance, that would be nice. It is cooler, now, and she shivers a little as she walks, her long hair catching the breeze and blazing red gold in the sun as she moves. Her guitar is out and she strums idly, humming as she carefully steps through the under brush. The animals move for her when she asks and don't seem too frightened by her at all. That's probably a good thing, less chance she'll be attacked by something frightened than something calm.
The woods she knows.
People are, too. She can feel the town as she gets closer, all bustle and emotion. Arha will play in the tavern again, collect some coin. Save it. That's where she goes first to ply her trade. Her voice soaring and soft and a purr all at once. She breaks now and again for water or beer, patron's choice. And clearly loves what she plays.
WHEN: December
WHAT: Arrival, finding a cottage with a garden
WHERE: Gazin, forest
WARNINGS: TBA?
--Arrival; Gazin--
She is back again among the familiar forest with some curious crows. She sings as she walks casting calm and peace where she can. She'll need to get back to Gazin without a disturbance, that would be nice. It is cooler, now, and she shivers a little as she walks, her long hair catching the breeze and blazing red gold in the sun as she moves. Her guitar is out and she strums idly, humming as she carefully steps through the under brush. The animals move for her when she asks and don't seem too frightened by her at all. That's probably a good thing, less chance she'll be attacked by something frightened than something calm.
The woods she knows.
People are, too. She can feel the town as she gets closer, all bustle and emotion. Arha will play in the tavern again, collect some coin. Save it. That's where she goes first to ply her trade. Her voice soaring and soft and a purr all at once. She breaks now and again for water or beer, patron's choice. And clearly loves what she plays.