[Emomage is now an emobard.]

[laconicshadow]

[There is a person playing a lyre by the edge of the town. The song is beautifully, overwhelmingly sad.]

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[roseofcaerleon]

[Music? She hasn't heard music that beautiful her whole life. Elisa knows she should be heading home, but she has to see the player of the music. Such a man could act as an emissary for God himself, so pure is the sound and so sweet.]

[laconicshadow]

[This godly musician appears to be of no particular beauty, or, judging by his current appearance, status or wealth. As observers approach, it is apparent that his lips are moving, whispering something -- lyrics? -- to himself.]

[roseofcaerleon]

...

[She says nothing and simply watches.]

[for_myworld]

*stops to listen, drawn to the music, openly staring*

[laconicshadow]

*still plays on, though he gives the gaping woman a brief glance, and nothing more*