Day of the 43rd of Fall 512 AV Gin woke up hot and flustered, jolting up, as the she had that night seeped back into her mind. She blushed wildly. This man, he had to be real, she felt so strong a connection to him. But why was that? The scenes replayed in her mind, making her blush even more, her heart pounding. She gripped at her heart and took deep breaths as the man's name passed her lips. "Ricky...." It seemed so vivid, like the dream had not in fact been a dream, but maybe something of a memory. She touched her lips, feeling as if someone had actually kissed her. What was wrong with her? She felt torn, and sad, like she was lonelier then she normally was. Like she longed for his touch again, a touch that she had not actually felt. She shook her head and looked around her tent. She was now back in her tent, not that cabin in the Sea of Grass that her mind had made up. She checked her back, she felt a bit sore, but there was no bleeding. She checked her head, a little hot, but she assumed that she would be fine after a little while. She stretched out and yawned, smacking her lips together, licking them and trying to remember what it was she had to do today. When she remembered she jumped out of her blankets and rushed to the opening of her tent, she looked for the sun which was up, but as far as she could tell, it was not to far up. She sighed and went back into the tent and changed out of her sleepwear. She slipped on her normal blue dress and red cloak, pulling her hood over her head. Her boots, well worn, slipped on her feet with ease. She grabbed her harp, which was in it's leather cover and patted it. "Morning father." She smiled, her voice ringing in the tent. She nodded and left out of the tent. She had made this trek so many times that she had it memorized. For now, she was a working woman. She paced herself, walking along the already busy walkways, dodging people here and there, seeing people training and laughing. Little kids playing and teasing other little kids. This was the norm for her. And she loved it, just like the rest of this place. She noticed people whispering and pointing at her excitedly, but she ignored them and kept going. She knew when she arrived at her destination when she saw the green pavillions marking her work place. A Hunter's Rest stood in front of her and she smiled. This was it. Another day at work, another day to earn money with her songs. Another day to let the world her her pour her heart out for it. She smiled and walked into the pavillion and through the crowd, her hood now down. She found a spot to play that was close to the hustle and bustle of the buisnesses, but just far enough away that her performance would not inadvertantly completely distract customers. She looked around and wondered what song she should do, but it did not take her long to figure it out. She played the song she played when she first came here, her mother's song, and the one she knew the best. She was still unsure of herself on any of the other songs. She took her harp out of it's case and quickly made sure it was in tune and that there was little to no damage to the wood. When she confirmed it was fine she smiled and sat down. Placing the wonderful instrument on her lap. She placed her fingers in a ready position just above the string as she started to count in her head. She started playing the melody on her harp, the familiar tin of the notes echoing in the area, resonating under her fingers. The lovely rythum she played her notes in the same as always as she swayed back and forth and tapped her foot lightly on the ground and soon she started in. "The ghouls are lurking, as the birds are chirping all in the forest, she sleeps." She started singing in the same melodic line that was spilling out of her harp. Her voice and harp together melodically. Her fingers seemed to want to add notes though, and she just let them. She was so into her song already, that even when she did mess up it did not seem to matter. She loved this song which her mother gave to her, and it was evident as she played. "The cries of the widow and the flowers in the meadow, With furry comp'ny she keeps." The melodic line stayed the same pretty much, but her voice started to crack every once in a while, she layed the song out for the listeners, just as if she they were her best friends and she were telling them her biggest secret. The harp cried out with her voice, both seeming to echo through the busy pavillion. "The horse has a start and the man with a heart, will reach out to her as, she weep." The change in this verse was very noticable, the rythem sounded just a bit different, but what was really noticable was the change in the melodic line, when her voice groped for the high notes she missed. But she kept going, as if it never happened. She would not give away the fact that she had messed up, she fought the urge to do so, she kept going. Her fingers still flying across her strings. "The land as it mends, and the hand that depends on the man that makes not, a peep." The original melodic line crossed her lips. But this time it was a hushed whisper, she had made a habbit of doing this ever since she did it her first day on the job. And in this open area, being quiet hardly mattered, it seemed to carry anyways. She was smiling at herself, the familiar silence falling around her as she knew people were watching her. Her heart started racing. "The hope in her eyes, that will be your demi-i-ise," She completely changed the melodic line, cutting it off with her voice, but letting it go on with her harp. As she did this, suddenly memories of the dream from the night before flashed in her mind and she blushed a bit and coughed quietly, but she continud on. "No one can pretend when the day comes to an end, that she is the wolf and the sheep." When she was finished, she let her fingers hover around the strings, letting the silence settle in around her. She opened her eyes and smiled, closing her eyes again as she plucked the last few chords of the song. She sat there in wait, when a burst of applause and cheers errupted. She blushed even more and smiled at the onlookers, waving in thanks. She did not deserve such applause. She was not that good. But she would thank them anyways. It was all she could do. But then she paused, hearing a familiar voice come to her ear. |