The Guild Ace of Black Rose dedicated his time to bring peace to Talonia, the town with troubles. He did not make it up whenever he would claim that just about everything bad would happen to him while he was in this place, not a single moment in which he was able to enjoy himself. Then again, those who lived in this town probably felt the same pain as he did. So at the sacrifice of his safety, he decided to place the Violin for the troubled souls of Talonia. He was in Town Square, the center so that people would enjoy the music. However, he would walk and spin around in a dance-like formation to bring music all over. Though he was a Bounty Hunter, he was a happy snowflake at heart. With the amount of responsibilities that he had recently and will now be with him, he just couldn't find the time to be himself anymore. It was weird, it felt so normal to him to be so booked up with responsibilities. Knowing that many others shared this burden as well, he wanted to give them a chance to enjoy themselves. So for today, he decided to put his troubled soul aside and give peace to the good people of Talonia.
Until he gets to the edge of town, like he did now. In which he placed his Violin back in his knapsack and looked at the empty meadows. With a deep inhale and exhale, he paced himself forward. A nice relaxing grass scenery, if only there were gentle harps to play in the background. At least he had the honor of walking through it alone, happy, it was his space, his time. This world, it was so beautiful when one were to take the time to notice. This world... Is beautiful. And it's... Mine The Violinist thought to himself, a small grin on his face and his light brown eyes locking onto the pastures.
Until he gets to the edge of town, like he did now. In which he placed his Violin back in his knapsack and looked at the empty meadows. With a deep inhale and exhale, he paced himself forward. A nice relaxing grass scenery, if only there were gentle harps to play in the background. At least he had the honor of walking through it alone, happy, it was his space, his time. This world, it was so beautiful when one were to take the time to notice. This world... Is beautiful. And it's... Mine The Violinist thought to himself, a small grin on his face and his light brown eyes locking onto the pastures.