Throughout the streets of Iria laughter, joy and conversation could be heard. Songs filled the air, as bards and poets told tales of great adventures and wonderful times under the sun. The men and woman walked around happily, enjoying the sun and the smell of fresh pastries. Children would run along playing catch, or hide and seek, as young men and woman lay in the shade of a willow tree. Enjoying the soft breeze as they fell into a day of romance.
However, in a small inn, a rather tall girl, with deep brown eyes and red hair, sat down on a stool near in front of the bar. With her Lute in hand, and dagger resting on her hip, she appeared to be play a few strings at a time, and whispering under her voice. It appeared that she was attempting to play a song. Although quiet, any person close enough would be treated to her enchanting words. It was as if she was casting a fragile spell. With care and patience.
It didn't take long for her presence to be noticed though. Some shy men and woman, desperate to hear more, soon came and sat near her. While some of the bigger and more brutish types just crowed around her. If Rossie hadn't been so focused on her song, she would of been quite nervous for the company. Thankfully she didn't notice for now. As time went on, she became louder and more confident, yet unaware of the crowd now around her. Then throughout the inn musical notes drifted through the air, cutting out any enchanting vocals she might of had, and replaced them with a tune that the god of dance would of played himself.
The crowd soon began to spread away, yet they did not leave. Instead it was as if Rossie had just placed a spell on their feet. Soon everyone, shy and bold, young and old, weak and strong, customer and owners were on their feet. Everyone of them tapping and moving to the tune of her Lute. Rossie was not exempt from this either. Her normal shyness had been swept away as her mind had begun to go with the music.
Becoming totally unaware of her surroundings, she was off her stool within moments. Dancing with her own beat she twirled in triumph, and the crowd split apart around her. Twirling and dancing, the crowd watched in awe as Rossie played the instrument with such talent and ease, while swiftly danced around the room with such grace. When the beat suddenly became predictable, the crowd around her soon began to clap along. Kicking down a chair, Rossie used it as a stairway up onto the table where she played with such skill and grace.
She continued her song for a few minuets, not uttering one word, but instead letting her musical prowess say it all. With swift kicks into the air, and brilliant twirls, she had became aware of her surroundings. Yet it didn't matter to her, all the fear that would of been there had disappeared, now replaced with happiness and fun. Then without warning she suddenly lost her balance. Her leg slipped of the table and she came crashing down. With a brutal smack her head hit the hard wooden floor. The joyful atmosphere had suddenly dissipated and a feeling of fear and worry flooded in.
Blood, thick and crimson red, seeped through the back of her head, staining the wooden floor. When she opened her eyes, everything was just a faint blur. Her vision soon started to strobe in and out of dark and light tones. Blurry and rough figures of concerned customers surrounded her. Many of which didn't know what to do and begun to panic, all while Rossie lay there in pain and in need of help, after the abrupt end to her little show.