[There was a sense of home that she missed. The music she would put on in her dorm room, and the sounds of the guitar as she had her coffee or gave the Lanes a visit.
But there was nothing she could do.
That was until her fated meeting with the duo of bards as she went on the business in this town. The group of people were playing an acoustic guitar, a sound that always rang in her ears as brought her a sense of peace.
She found herself listening for a while. Before they decided she was there for long enough that they just HAD to talk to her. Good lord. Stay around for one second longer…
“Do you want to learn how to play, young one?”
Who asked like that? Who DOES that?
Daria basically protested the obvious avoidance to do any labor today. Until she saw the coin being dropped in their person.
…She needed coin.
—
Daria was a quick learner and it took one bundle of coin to realize she had made the right call to put artistic effort into something else other than her writing.
She was into this. Even if she knew she was also already selling out. But she had a goal, and some weird vision. Like coping with her homesickness. Her coin was flowing but maybe she was drawing attention in another way.
Every time she finished a tune, fireworks exploded overhead. Possibly…drawing more attention. She figured why soon enough…but the more people, the more coin.
The Fey Fighters
But there was nothing she could do.
That was until her fated meeting with the duo of bards as she went on the business in this town. The group of people were playing an acoustic guitar, a sound that always rang in her ears as brought her a sense of peace.
She found herself listening for a while. Before they decided she was there for long enough that they just HAD to talk to her. Good lord. Stay around for one second longer…
“Do you want to learn how to play, young one?”
Who asked like that? Who DOES that?
Daria basically protested the obvious avoidance to do any labor today. Until she saw the coin being dropped in their person.
…She needed coin.
—
Daria was a quick learner and it took one bundle of coin to realize she had made the right call to put artistic effort into something else other than her writing.
All through the town she would be playing tunes.
She was into this. Even if she knew she was also already selling out. But she had a goal, and some weird vision. Like coping with her homesickness. Her coin was flowing but maybe she was drawing attention in another way.
Every time she finished a tune, fireworks exploded overhead. Possibly…drawing more attention. She figured why soon enough…but the more people, the more coin.
Nothing else to it, right?]