event post // All the war horses wore rubber bands to hide their hooves from sinking sand~
::Remember the room with the grand piano and drapery where Saiou used to talk to his subordinates? Sora is there, standing in the middle of the room with an old and battered violin resting between her chin and shoulderblades, its strings frayed and speckled with tiny notches from being repeatedly harped over the course of many years. The bow that rests between her thumb and forefinger is sliding back and forth to Winter, Allegro non molto from The Four Seasons R297.
The violin is out of tune. Although Sora is playing it to the best of her ability, the music she produces is gauche and squeaky.
The truth is that she is not happy, and she doesn't want to talk or bother others with her personal issues. She simply wants some alone time. Because she deeply treasures her friends, she won't bother them with her unhappiness, and wishes that they would understand to leave her be.
However, if you don't like her, you won't care either way::