Completed The mellow notes of a fiddle

[Bianca]

Early evening
29th of Fall 512AV

It was a lovely evening indeed. The sun had yet to hide it's final rays of light beyond the horizon and the faint glow cast long creeping shadows on the waters of Ravok. Ah how Bianca loved this time of day. The time when everything looked just a little more magical.

She'd been out in the city all day, doing all sorts of chores for her sister. It was as if she had lived the entire day in a dream, not quite concious of anything she did. A daze from which only the music of her fiddle could awake her. Ah yes, her fiddle, the lovely little instrument which lingered at the very bottom on her bag, begging to be played. She had not practised for free days now. The mundane life which she led had somehow got in the way.

Alas the steady foot steps of her sandals turned into a run, as she sprinted down the road and into a maze of little alley ways, with tall buildings towering over her on every side.Wasting no time she produced the little wooden instrument and checked it's tuning. Once she was happy with the delicate little sounds she began running the bow very slowly over the strings. A mellow melancholy of a melody came out from the fragile body of the fiddle. Her soul was the melody. A mourning, a yearning. A loneliness so deep... as deep as the sea it self. She yearned for the sea. She yearned to hear the thunderous waved crashing against the sides of the family boat one more time.

As the sun disappeared, so did the melody pick up pace. At first, with a few fast flourishes of her fingers. The very tips of them hammering hard onto the strings. The bow, suddenly with a mind of it's own, constantly changing position. Faster and faster the melody flowed, yet not with joy but with anger. Anger of the very waves them selves. Her body danced to the melody as is she was possessed by the music. And so, abruptly did the melody end. One final stroke of the bow, a prolonged crash to an unfinished story of lives lost in the ocean that fateful night, which had rendered Bianca an orphan... which stole all she ever knew and loved...

Little did Bianca know, that she was the sequel to this tragic story.

[Leda]

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[Bianca]

A gentle tap had brutally ripped Bianca out of her music induced trance. It was her twin sister Leda.

"Bianca! I have spent the last half an hour searching for you. You realise that the market place has been lit up tonight for the greeting of an important group of traders and officials from Yahebah. They should arrive in about three hours, but crowds are already gathering and, until then, buskers are allowed. Come on." she said before spiriting her away towards the market place.

Bianca was a little dazed. She said nothing, just allowed her self to be led by her sister. They ran together though the little alleys and streets.

[Leda]

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[Bianca]

She listened to Leda with a blanc expression on her face. One which slowely turned to that of confusion, untill she finally began to snap out of her daze. Unable to mutter much more than a simple "There..." she pointed to an opening in the crowd. A meadow in the forest of people. Surely once they started their perfonrmance, the crowds would part. They would make them part, for Leda and Bianca had tallent and heart enough to enchant even the coldest of hearts with their music and dancing.