07-04-2018, 10:40 AM
[font=trebuchet ms]In the midst of the day's stresses, the soft sound of singing brought Rin back down to earth. She would not have thought that music had so much power over her, but then again, Suiteheart's ukulele performance had stirred what almost felt like a memory in her. She did not recognize this song, but the tune and the scent of herbs drew her out of her room, where she had taken refuge for a few minutes to regain her bearings.
Approaching Imperia, Rin glanced down at the gathered herbs. "Chamomile... comfrey, juniper and burdock. Well done," she said, her eyes flickering over to the sketchbook. She could write and draw, to be sure, but Imperia's sketches were far beyond anything she had the skill or patience to do. Looking back up at Imperia, she asked, "That song- what's it called?"
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Approaching Imperia, Rin glanced down at the gathered herbs. "Chamomile... comfrey, juniper and burdock. Well done," she said, her eyes flickering over to the sketchbook. She could write and draw, to be sure, but Imperia's sketches were far beyond anything she had the skill or patience to do. Looking back up at Imperia, she asked, "That song- what's it called?"
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