And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain
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What a splendid place to come across. It was quite beautiful with all the flowers and nature, topped off with its very own miniature waterfall. It looked as if it were ripped straight out of a Disney cartoon, save for the talking woodland creatures and evil stepmothers.
The musician had come across it rather recently during one of her travels. To get to Haunted Village she and her brother had to pass through here. And while almost passing out from her motion sickness, she had not managed to miss this place. How could she? Even while half-dead it was hard to miss such peace and beauty. It was the perfect scenery for playing in, she could easily see herself playing full-out here, losing herself within her music, not to be bothered by anyone. With this in mind, she made sure to remember the route to take in order to visit this place again. And what would you know, she finally found some free time from her busy schedule to do so.
Though it took some time from her getting lost, taking one wrong turn after another, she made it to the serene cliff all in one piece.
Black violin case in one hand the ace took her time reaching the edge of the cliff, just as the sun was soon to set, barely hanging onto the sky, threatening to fall down off the edge of the earth at any moment, turning the cliff a dark orange color, dark shadows long and bold. Seems it had taken her longer to reach here than she thought. What a shame. She would have liked to be able to stay here longer and enjoy the peacefulness. But finding the Golden Phoenix guild hall in the dark was hard, and not worth a longer trip.
Her usual happily calm expression placed onto her face the slayer turned the corner to the cliff, only to stumble back slightly as a figure caught her eye. Crimson eyes widened as she stared, surprise taking over her features. Oh dear, looks as though someone had the same idea as her...
The ace stared, caught up in the beauty of the scene. A graceful woman, sitting upon the edge of a cliff at sunset, her blue hair waving softly in the breeze, eyes looking out onto the world. It was a scene for a painter. Breathtaking.
Now unsure if she should disturb the woman, Astrid shuffled over towards the wall of the stone cliff, head popping out slightly, just enough so she could keep staring, distracted by beauty of the scene too much to continue forward.
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