The Avatar and the Ace of Topaz.

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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And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

❧

Despite trying her best to hide, it seemed as though her attempt had been futile. The woman managed to spot her anyway.
Seeing no point in continuing to hide the young slayer shuffled away from the side of the mountain, revealing herself. One hand dropped down to the case handle to assist the other, pushing the case forward to dangle loosely in front of her.
Crimson eyes laid sheepishly upon the stranger, glancing away to the side for a brief second before returning to face front.
"I am sorry to have disturbed you, madame. I was planning to play a piece or two here on my violin... But i was not expecting anyone else to be here... And seeing how peaceful you were, i was trying my best not to bother you."
Astrid had assumed since this was such an isolated place that no one really knew about it. But it seemed as though she was wrong.

As per usual with her greetings, she bent down in a small bow, lifting the sides of her dress slightly with her movement.
"I am Astrid Foss." Feeling a bit more confident after explaining herself, a small smile grew upon the slayer's lips.
"Who might you be, if i may ask?"

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And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

❧

The woman did not answer her question straight away. Instead, she requested to hear a piece before she did so. Why? The slayer wasn't entirely sure. It was a strange reasoning. But yet, Astrid would not judge. She was sure to have her reasons, and it's not like there was anything wrong with it. Knowing the names of her audience members did not effected her playing. She preformed in front of dozens of strangers daily who she did not know the names of. This would be no different besides the big difference of crowd numbers.
The ace followed her gaze out into the sunset, studying the bright colors before looking back when she did the same. Grasping her case tighter Astrid nodded once, agreeing to the terms.
She bent down, laying the black case upon the ground beside her. She flipped the silver locks, opening the lid to reveal her prized instrument. A wooden violin.
The ace grabbed it by the neck with one hand while taking the bow in the other. Once done she would make her way to the edge of the cliff where the blue haired woman resided, taking the place to her right. She flicked her head back, allowing some stray silver locks to fall behind her shoulder to make way for the violin. She placed the woodwind under her chin properly and took a sharp breath in, closing her eyes. She allowed the surrounding noises of falling water and rustling leaves to drown out from her ears, thinking only of what song to play.
As if by itself, the hand holding the bow rose to the strings of the violin, hovering above them for a split second before rubbing once against them, creating a single, long note, which then quickly turned into a full song.
As the musician played the sweet melody, little droplets of light began pooling around the two females, sparkling like the stars at night, their twinkles shining in time with her music. Every now and again, one droplet would run across the ground, imitating a sort of shooting star. One would even speed across towards the strange woman at one point, but would melt back into the ground before touching her.

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