04-27-2011, 12:17 AM
The weather wasn't agreeing with the silk and organza clad woman. Yuukana felt like she would melt, much like the snow from her native home. Everywhere the greens and golds of the fields reminded her how very far she was from the snow capped mountains. Unladylike sweat beaded upon her forehead in weather that others would have considered nice and mild. Her sturdy harp banged against her hip, reminding her that she needed to stop and pause in order to gain the coin she needed to survive. A village, seemingly filled with cheerful happy people welcomed Yuune. The market was in full swing with vendors eagerly yelling out to sell their wares.
Amethyst eyes searched the throng for a clear spot , and sparkled when one was found. Quickly Yuukana stepped forward in her soft leather slippers to claim the area between a jeweler and a pastry vendor. Unhooking her harp, she set a bowl in front of herself and began to draw a sweet melody from the instrument. Somehow the music carried over the surrounding din in an unobtrusive way. A few kind people came forward to drop a copper or two into the bowl, while others simply watched and listened. Of course there were some who were not interested at all in such display.
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