Post by Nana Shimedzu on Sept 11, 2017 19:54:20 GMT -5
| Nana wasn’t in a good place as of late. She would have thought that as time past she would have cooled off from how upset she had been the first day of the trial when Valentina (and Sanura, technically but it was hard to get mad at the poor sand magician who seemed like she fainted at the tiniest breeze of wind that goes by. Nana had perched herself on the beach, legs folded onto the sand and a violin on her shoulder. The sight itself was one that if you saw it as a distance was one of calm serenity. The sound that accompanies the sight, not so much. There on the beach Nana is tearing away at her violin’s strings with her violin’s bow, to the point that any passerby’s may not even consider the sounds that she was making to be music. Good luck trying to tell her that, by the way, let’s poke that bear even more than she already was. Now probably wasn’t the best time to bug her, but what could go wrong? word count ◆ Nox Tenebris ◆ notes if you want |
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