the third ♦ {ACTION}
[In some undisclosed location there is a room filled with old musical instruments. Old woodwinds, brass, horns, various percussion, a grand piano, some string instruments... anything you could think of has been tucked away in this room. Dust has settled on mostly everything and a single window in the corner lets in a small amount of light. The sun filters in, illuminating particles of floating dust, and casts its rays on C.C. sitting on the piano bench, wearing a simply black dress. But she's turned away from it and instead has her hands on the single harp within the room. Beside her is her Tone, humming out pitches and notes in encouragement.
But C.C. is only half listening, playing a soothing melody. She isn't all that good at it and often pauses to readjust her hands or stops when she hits a wrong note. Yet overall she's managing to carry the tune rather nicely. Her face retains an expression of concentration and yet also peaceful neutrality as her fingers dance across the strings.
After all, if she was in a city centered around music why not learn to play an instrument or two? But the music is causing a strange phenomenon, stirring the air in the room as if the wind was blowing.]
But C.C. is only half listening, playing a soothing melody. She isn't all that good at it and often pauses to readjust her hands or stops when she hits a wrong note. Yet overall she's managing to carry the tune rather nicely. Her face retains an expression of concentration and yet also peaceful neutrality as her fingers dance across the strings.
After all, if she was in a city centered around music why not learn to play an instrument or two? But the music is causing a strange phenomenon, stirring the air in the room as if the wind was blowing.]