He’d sworn, once he managed to get off the street, that he would never perform on the corner again. That didn’t preclude finding a mostly-quiet place to practice, though, away from his room. Sure, he’d gotten used to less-than-luxurious accommodations, but that didn’t mean that they didn’t get stifling after a while.
So he had wandered for a long time, Rosewood slung over his back in a hastily-made leather case-just in case he decided he wanted her. Sure enough, he had ended up settling himself down in a park he’d discovered. Not playing on the street didn’t preclude trying to enjoy himself and calm down a little in a place that almost looked like something he could find at home in Haven if he closed his eyes and pretended.
First, of course, came the finger exercises that every Bard always did every single day unless they didn’t have fingers to do them with. Seeing as that was a relatively rare occurrence, he’d been doing them every morning, but it never hurt to warm up a little before playing. Once he’d gone through those, though, it was straight into a
relatively easy song making damn certain to keep his Gifts out of it. There really wasn’t a reason for them, and he knew that he should save his energy for…something. He was always just a little on edge in this place.
The music helped him to relax, though, and he almost felt happy for the first time since he arrived. Which was a nice change.