Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20180222042216/@comment-26108027-20180225043833

He can still hear it, even from there. It sounds.. sad. Distant, even. Lonely.

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Piper stares at the fishermen gathered around her, the drunken maidens some of them have on their arms, watching them smile and laugh and drink until they can't anymore.

The weight of loneliness presses down on Piper's heart the longer she plays, the chains of music keeping her bound to her instrument with every note, her soul weeps from an open wound in her chest, seeping into her song.

There's no one left for her to go home to.

No one left to care for her.

Piper blinks slowly, barely noticing as her tears begin to land on the keys of her instrument. Her song transforms into something deep and sad and hurt and... Wanting. Wishing. Waiting.