This bond between us can't be broken. I will be here, don't you cry
Who: Musa rhythmandtunes and Open
What: Seeing all the happy little children and the sad ones to make her think of her own mother and how much she misses her.
When: 29th September
Where: Around the Thor, your choice where.
Warnings: Lot's of sadness.
[Musa was sitting quietly to the side, watching others walk by, many children, adults and people that appear to be happy families and for once, it had actually gotten to Musa and reminded her of how much she missed her mother. With the fact she can't even see her grave any more didn't help the feeling she had inside.
Turning her head away from watching her fingers traced the outline of a rather small flowers on the floor, the same one she had once with a projection of her mother and even that wasn't here with her. It was the only thing she wanted or wish she had grabbed when her world was so called destroyed. Sighing slightly she turned her head back again, her hand grasping what appeared to be a flute she had brought with what little money she had been paid. t may have been a extremely cheap one, but at least it was some form of music to help cheer her up.
Holding the flute in the correct position she started to play a song that she had once heard while she had been working. She played it, all the while thinking of her mother.]
What: Seeing all the happy little children and the sad ones to make her think of her own mother and how much she misses her.
When: 29th September
Where: Around the Thor, your choice where.
Warnings: Lot's of sadness.
[Musa was sitting quietly to the side, watching others walk by, many children, adults and people that appear to be happy families and for once, it had actually gotten to Musa and reminded her of how much she missed her mother. With the fact she can't even see her grave any more didn't help the feeling she had inside.
Turning her head away from watching her fingers traced the outline of a rather small flowers on the floor, the same one she had once with a projection of her mother and even that wasn't here with her. It was the only thing she wanted or wish she had grabbed when her world was so called destroyed. Sighing slightly she turned her head back again, her hand grasping what appeared to be a flute she had brought with what little money she had been paid. t may have been a extremely cheap one, but at least it was some form of music to help cheer her up.
Holding the flute in the correct position she started to play a song that she had once heard while she had been working. She played it, all the while thinking of her mother.]