Songs of the Heart and of Life

[Mama Z]

The city of pure marble was a daunting sight to beheld. Those who approached it a;ways seemed to second guess themselves. Even though it was large and frightful looking, once inside, it was one of the most beautiful cities out there. The rich white marble was always something to see and experience. But just because the city was mainly white, it was just as rich on the inside with colors and culture.

Things moved at their usual pace. Something that a bubbling creek moved at. Nothing dangerous or fast, just languid and relaxed. There was something always happening here, but nothing where it ruined life itself.

The building was a small one, located just off of one of the main squares. It looked non-descriptive from the outside, but inside it seemed popular. The tables of the small tea and coffee shop were filled. Each person with their teas and each with their pastries. But not a word was spoken. Nothing made a noise louder then a gentle scraping of a chair or a low key cough. Expect for one thing: the soothing sounds of a well played violin.

Each note was hit in an expert manner. Each phrase of the song bringing in a well of emotion. It was played from the heart and inturn touched the hearts of those in the room. The woman had her eyes closed as she sat on the raised platform that acted as a stage. Her light brown hair was pulling back into an elegant bun and she wore something like that of a victorian gown in the softest of greens. The violin was propped and resting against her cheek and shoulder as the notes spilled flawless from her fingers.

Zerlina was the reason why many came here. She played at least for several hours a day. Not because it was what she was paid to do, but it was because, as the owner, she wanted to bring in costumers. And if her playing is what got them in, then so be it.

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[Relairah]

It was nice to have a chance to simply enjoy the city after his most recent job. Ugh, he didn't know what the urgency had been. It had only been a simple beast on the outskirts, bothering tourists come to see the beauty of the place. Still, a job was a job and money was money. What did it matter to him?

He ambled down the street, wearing dark pants, a leather vest and boots, and his currently blonde hair shifting slightly with each step. He was taking in the sights and scents as he went, looking for something to entertain him for a while. Afterall, he would only be here a bit longer... perhaps he would leave tomorrow. Mine as well enjoy the rest of his stay. Heck, a lot could happen and he might stay for more time than he had anticipated. He noticed a small group heading into a small building and decided on an impulse to see what was inside.

Upon stepping closer, the sound of a violin reached his ears... and a well-played one at that. His curiosity was peaked. He entered the building, his emerald green eyes coming upon the source of the music. He did enjoy music... he briefly took note of the others around the shop, simply enjoying it as well.

He stood in the shadow, debating whether or not to sit down and stay for a bit. One of the servers caught his eye, seeming to question him and he gave in, moving to one of the tables and taking a seat. The same server soon approached him. Of course they would want his money, he thought, amused. Such was business. He ordered a coffee and a coconut pastry, waiting for her to bring it to him. So, perhaps he would simply relax for a bit. This certainly wasn't his usual sort of stop where he could party and gather attention to himself. But the music was nice, and he could move on whenever he wished.

Who knew. Maybe something unusual would occur.

[Mama Z]

The plan worked, as always. The small shop was filled to the brim, people entering quietly and leaving like ghosts. She could hear the slight shuffle of the chairs and the occasional silverware scraping against the plate. One song smoothly transitioned into another, more upbeat sound of a happier song. She smiled as some patrons gave murmurs of approval.

Then slowly the song ended and she relaxed her posture. Shoulders slumped forward a bit as a she took the violin down from its perch. Her eyes opened and she smiled as the audiance clapped their approval. Standing she gave a bow and as if on cue, thats when the normal sounds of the shop seemed to return. Customers talked now freely, the servers not so quiet and offering more to eat and drink.

The musician turned, setting the violin in its strong case with the bow besides it and closed it with a snap. Now it was time for her own meal and what not. At least it was another full house.

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[Relairah]

At last she stopped, perhaps just for a break, perhaps for the day. He didn't know. But he did feel a compliment was in order, at the very least. Besides, she was rather pretty and he couldn't pass up a flirtacious opportunity. ((Geez I'm thinking of Miroku all of a sudden o.0; )) He finished up the last of his pastry and wiped his mouth, not wanting to look like a slob, and then rose from the table.

While everyone else was bustling about and getting back to their conversations, he made his way toward her, seeing the fact she was turned and putting up her instrument as his chance. When she would turn, he would be standing there, or at least that was his aim. "I must say, miss, that you play quite beautifully. I just had to come and let you know." A smile would follow.