angelicmadrigal
Resident RP Goddess of Burnout
Author's Note: So this is based on a D&D game I am in.
"And that is how I almost became the queen of the swamp raccoons." There, the tale was finally finished as uproarious laughter came from the crowd gathered around her. It was a story it seemed that she had told a million times, and the reaction was always the same. It hadn't been funny at the time; most certainly not. But time and distance had given her some perspective on it, and she was now able to recognize the humor in it. Perhaps that was what growing older and wiser was all about.
Amidst the calls for encores, the small woman dressed in a rust-colored ball gown with black trim shook her head. It was late, and the stench of the tavern was starting to get to her. The place was nice, but even nice places tended to wear on a person after a while. It was time to go home. Packing up didn't take long. She grabbed her luxurious black, fur trimmed cloak; and she was on her way out the door and into the street in a matter of moments.
Despite the cold, Valenne decided to make her way home on foot. Light snow fell on her dark hair as she made her way through the snow-covered streets. The glowing magical orbs lining the street illuminated the path of multiple footprints meandering about the city. As she walked, her mind began to wander.
Had it really been two years? Two years since she had met ten other strangers and tasked to save the world as they knew it from certain doom. Two years since giving up a year of her life in exchange for valuable lessons learned. She had to wonder what they were all doing now. Of course, several of them kept in touch. Two even lived in the same city under the care of the king. She received a letter from time to time from another.
It was that other, that was on her mind most of all these days; her spicy armadillo, as she called him in jest in those days. It was him that she held closest of all to her heart, though she would never have admitted that to anyone.
As the snow continued to fall, she walked. She had every intention of going straight home but stopped by the fountain in the city square. It too was brightly illuminated and flowing despite the snow and cold. Moving towards the edge of the fountain, a black gloved hand darted out to wipe away the snow. Setting her case down, Valenne opened it and removed her violin. Its smooth finish glimmered in the light shed by the fountain.
There was no pause as she brought the violin and bow into position and began to play. It was a slow tune, soft as the snow that fell around her. Closing her eyes, she let the memories of the past consume her mind. Each note came straight from her soul, as she played. Oblivious to everything and everyone else, it was though time stopped around her. As she continued to play, each and everyone of those ten others was the focus of her attentions. It was a concert just for them, and wherever they were in the world she knew they would hear it. The snow continued to fall around her.
There was no indication for her how much time had passed. Had time really slowed to a stop or had she just imagined it? There was no way of knowing, but when she finished exhaustion began to set in. Just as quickly as she started to play, she packed up once more and was on her way home.
"And that is how I almost became the queen of the swamp raccoons." There, the tale was finally finished as uproarious laughter came from the crowd gathered around her. It was a story it seemed that she had told a million times, and the reaction was always the same. It hadn't been funny at the time; most certainly not. But time and distance had given her some perspective on it, and she was now able to recognize the humor in it. Perhaps that was what growing older and wiser was all about.
Amidst the calls for encores, the small woman dressed in a rust-colored ball gown with black trim shook her head. It was late, and the stench of the tavern was starting to get to her. The place was nice, but even nice places tended to wear on a person after a while. It was time to go home. Packing up didn't take long. She grabbed her luxurious black, fur trimmed cloak; and she was on her way out the door and into the street in a matter of moments.
Despite the cold, Valenne decided to make her way home on foot. Light snow fell on her dark hair as she made her way through the snow-covered streets. The glowing magical orbs lining the street illuminated the path of multiple footprints meandering about the city. As she walked, her mind began to wander.
Had it really been two years? Two years since she had met ten other strangers and tasked to save the world as they knew it from certain doom. Two years since giving up a year of her life in exchange for valuable lessons learned. She had to wonder what they were all doing now. Of course, several of them kept in touch. Two even lived in the same city under the care of the king. She received a letter from time to time from another.
It was that other, that was on her mind most of all these days; her spicy armadillo, as she called him in jest in those days. It was him that she held closest of all to her heart, though she would never have admitted that to anyone.
As the snow continued to fall, she walked. She had every intention of going straight home but stopped by the fountain in the city square. It too was brightly illuminated and flowing despite the snow and cold. Moving towards the edge of the fountain, a black gloved hand darted out to wipe away the snow. Setting her case down, Valenne opened it and removed her violin. Its smooth finish glimmered in the light shed by the fountain.
There was no pause as she brought the violin and bow into position and began to play. It was a slow tune, soft as the snow that fell around her. Closing her eyes, she let the memories of the past consume her mind. Each note came straight from her soul, as she played. Oblivious to everything and everyone else, it was though time stopped around her. As she continued to play, each and everyone of those ten others was the focus of her attentions. It was a concert just for them, and wherever they were in the world she knew they would hear it. The snow continued to fall around her.
There was no indication for her how much time had passed. Had time really slowed to a stop or had she just imagined it? There was no way of knowing, but when she finished exhaustion began to set in. Just as quickly as she started to play, she packed up once more and was on her way home.