Through The Living Glass

*glare*

HELLO.

*you have one missed call*

Shoe rubbed his head.

Choolio

If this is still happening, I'd be interested!

Niiiiice

*vibrates*

Correct spelling! lol

Future Success

The man set a silver coin on the stage. When he didn't walk away, she looked up. They locked eyes for a brief moment. He looked like he wanted to say something, but thought better of it. He turned and walked back to his table. Yes, Niamh thought, he recognizes me, too. She looked at the silver coin on the stage. At least he tips well.

Niamh noticed the barefoot man walking over, but chose not to acknowledge him.

I need to listen to more Tally Hall; it's been a minute! good/band

Niamh watched the two strange men from her small section of raised wooden floor. While she still doubted the first man wanted trouble, they were certainly acting suspicious. Hmm... She kept a covert eye on them as she played.

Don't we all. *big sister hug* I might be giving you a lot of those from now on

Niamh, the traveling minstrel, sang raucously for the patrons of the tavern in which she was currently performing. While a small flute and fiddle leaned on the wall behind her, she preferred to play a lute to the quick and lively beat of the current song. She entertained the clientele with a classic drinking game song, in which two burly, red-faced men were competing at a low table. As she finished the one and only verse (at the end of which both men were supposed to drink) for the seemingly hundredth time, each man took another gulp of their drinks. The people sang, clapped, and pounded their hands on their tables to the beat of the song as the men became more and more drunk. As more time went on, she played faster and faster. She was halfway through the verse again when one of the men swayed to one side. The audience held their breath. Eyes snapping open, he righted himself- -then promptly fell backwards off his stool. Amidst the cheering and groaning of the men who had bet on the match, Niamh grinned and finished the verse with a flourish. The people clapped as she took a bow and began exchanging money between themselves. A few small coins were dropped into a tin by her feet with a clink, and she thanked her tippers. As the crowd dispersed, she sat back on a tall stool and played a calm, ambient melody with soft lyrics. As she played, she thought about her life. Sure, things could be better, but she loved what she did. It was rough being a traveling minstrel, but she was doing what she loved, and for the moment she was satisfied with her life. Niamh sighed and closed her eyes while she played. Suddenly, a man in a dark cloak walked into the tavern and sat at the bar. He was barefoot, and his feet and ankles were covered in mud. Niamh almost felt like she recognized him. He didn't seem to want trouble, however, so she ignored him and kept playing the lute. He certainly wasn't the oddest person she had ever seen.

"Maybe."

Ah I see At this point you could pretend like he hadn't heard you and do something else lol The bubble wrap actually does something and protects Vyz for once.

"Oh, no, nothing's wrong." As if I'm going to tell someone I barely know if anything's wrong, she thought uncomfortably. She wondered how much further the town was.

*hug*

Aora fell silent.