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Post by VERENA VESELA on Oct 18, 2010 12:00:26 GMT -6
 
There was never any question about the state of Arianrhod City -- it was clean, organized, and exceptionally beautiful, like a romantic painting come to life.
It was also the reason why Verena found it all so... so... unsatisfying. She didn't dislike the place, per se, but there was something even more beautiful about the untamed wilderness, the glowing setting sun against distant mountains, the splash of a fish against the placid surface of a lake, and the unhindered songs of the forest birds that Verena had grown up with. Arianrhod City was simply too obsessed with order and perfection to allow itself to break free of its self-imposed restraints.
For what made a city was its people. Even Arianrhod's people milled about in an orderly fashion -- if you were going one way, you kept to one side of the street, and if you going the other way, you kept to the other side. Pedestrians stayed on the sides, horses and carriages through the middle. Shops and homes were lined up neatly on either side, directing the traffic and boxing everything in, including the wind, which whistled past and nearly dislodged Verena's wide-brimmed sun hat from atop her head.
Verena's hand whipped up to her hat, keeping it in place, as she abruptly stopped to glance up at the sky (the person behind her nearly running into her, though he narrowly managed to avoid the collision, instead making his way around her and grumbling the entire time). The sky itself was a beautiful cerulean and not even the few puffy white clouds that were out were enough to stop the sun from brilliantly shining down on them all. She had made good time in making it to the city. Although she wasn't all too enthusiastic about being in Arianrhod City, it was often necessary to stop there for supplies. Whatever you were looking for, Arianrhod probably had it somewhere, although Verena never bought anything extravagant or rare. She was a simple country girl and a wandering storyteller, after all. She didn't have a lot of money.
Speaking of which...
Verena was low on funds. She would need to find somewhere to stay, buy a bit of food to eat, and maybe buy some more thread to fix some of her worn clothes. The simple tunic she wore now, for example, was well used and two of the buttons had fallen off.
The good thing about Arianrhod City was that its citizens had a healthy appreciation for the arts. Not that Verena was an exceptional artist or anything, but her music was enough to earn her a bit of cash as she moved from place to place.
So, she carefully picked out a spot near a large, white marble fountain in the middle of a large square that appeared to be a place where vendors gathered to sell their wares. It wasn't a ritzy place by any means, but like the rest of the city, it was orderly and clean.
She set down her suitcase on the ground, tipped off her hat and laid it upside-down in front of her feet, and pulled out her flute. It was a basic wooden flute, but she had taken good care of it and its waxed surface gleamed in the sunlight. She took in a deep breath through her nose, and, gently, blew out softly from between her lips, a sweet melody beginning to take shape.
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Notes: I fail at coding so it's just simple text for me ^^;; Also, feel free to jump in, maybe up to two others? Also: Whee, first post~!
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