@Moonie The day was winding down, dusk fading into true evening as Tara set herself up at the corner of a small shop, almost smack in the middle of the town.
Cerenis may have been the port capital of Serendipity, but there were plenty of other coastal towns just as lovely and lively, if not as large. This little place- Bayhaven- was one of her favorites, and she stopped here often on her travels to rest and resupply. A few of the locals knew her, and she noticed a woman and man walking arm and arm, the young lady halting her companion and giving Tara a smile as she knew what was in store.
Tara smiled back and sat herself down on an overturned bucket, propping her little lyre on her lap and plucking out a few scales to warm up. She played a note, hummed, played again, then let her eyes drift half closed and started to sing, fingers dancing over the strings.
It wasn't some epic ballad or a history, just a silly ditty often heard on festival days or at weddings and christenings. Still, her voice lent it a kind of credence that seemed to make it...
more than it was, dipping and dancing through the air around her.