Crimson lips curled into a smile as idle hands gentle fell to her sides. Throughout the years of hearing sailors scream into her ears, hearing a calm sound was literally music to her ears. Eyebrows arched as she couldnt seem to find where the source of the music was coming from until she found a maven perched at the base of a tree. Sarah slowly crept up to the maven, gently sitting beside her crossing her legs. It was unusual to hear sarah let such a soft and shy tone out of her mouth “Please. Do go on, I’d like to hear more of your music.”
WITH THE SUDDENNESS of the woman’s sitting,
The maven is startled, quickly pulling her hands
away from her instrument. Her head turns to look
beside her. It was ( Miss Fortune ), herself.
Although the situation was rather ODD, Sona finds
herself giving a brief and gentle nod before plucking
at the strings once again ever-so-gracefully; following
the notes in a little book in front of them.