32nd Winter, 510 AV Dlight's room at the Traveler's Row was sparsely furnished. At first glance, it would seem to hold the same as any other room: a bed big enough for one, a table and chair, a chest for his belongings and a hearth which fire was burning to warm him during the night. The Ethaefel was pulling out an important possession of his from beneath the bed though, a full sized violin case containing his most treasured belonging. He hadn't opened it even once since two days ago when Sina had shut it close after making sure he was satisfied with her craftsmanship. Dlight vaguely remembered the smooth curves of the violin, it's front surface that of a pale, star-lit sky. All of it's details weren't fully remembered, however the Ethaefel could recall that it was an echo of Leth and Syna, it's front representing his God and it's back golden, representing His lover. The wooden case was carefully lifted from the ground and placed atop the plain bed, Dlight staring at it with adoring eyes. It was a maiden, never played once, never touched except by it's creator. He tore his eyes away from it, almost ashamed at considering opening it. Dlight hadn't recovered it from beneath the bed to uncover it, he simply wanted it's company. The violin would remain untouched until he felt he was ready to do so, until it would be in hands that knew it's parts, knew how to play it. Atop the small, inexpensive wood table was the Akvatari's journal alongside the new violin book he'd bought at Undeniable Interests. After giving a careful look over the case to make sure it wouldn't fall and was comfortable, Dlight went to the chair pulled close to the table. The Traveler's Row didn't have the most pleasant feeling furniture, but it was cheap and very well guarded, exactly what he needed. |