He grunted and lowered himself onto the grassy forest floor, but restlessly sat up again soon after a few seconds, grabbing his pack for his flute. He didn't know any musical theroy or songs, but he could make up his own tunes. Because of the fact that he couldn't write them down, they were always different. He thought that when he got to Sylirus he'd learn how to write notes. Maybe buy a book on it or something. Boy, that would be difficult to read, as it was sure to be in common. He put his flute to his lips and played a lively tune. He played loudly, and the chilly wind made the instrument carry further than it would do normally. he had to stop quite a few times to adjust his fingers, but the notes were sounding better. This was the one thing he couldn't enjoy unless alone, and it helped him relax.
It was relaxing playing. He enjoyed it much more than he would ever admit to anyone else. As he played, he wished someone would hear. It was really lonely. Jaai hated alone. He hated cold. He hated being sore and tired. Someone to talk to wouldn't go amiss right now.
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