It had been two weeks since Illya had left Fairy Tail for Dies Irae. She was still so uncertain about everything. Amber Island was a nice enough place, without a doubt, but Illya was still skeptical of having moved to such an area. To calm her mind, she had opted to make her way to Oak Town. As much as she loved Magnolia, it would be far too awkward for her to return to her hometown. Too many people knew who she was. Plus, if she had seen anyone from Fairy Tail...
You are being too worried, child.
Yemaya was calm, as always. She was her "travel size," as Illya liked to call it, perched as big as a cat on Illya's left shoulder. Illya took the Aviaku's insinuation to heart. She took a deep breath, trying to remember what she could possibly do. When in doubt, Illya always thought it best to play music. She made her way to the center square in Oak Town, which was bustling on this slightly cloudy day. Amidst the shops and stalls, there were very few open spaces for Illya to begin her impromptu concert, but she nonetheless found an opening near the large fountain in the center of town to begin her playing. She closed her eyes, focusing deeply. She was not accustomed to magic. Even though it had been several months since her awakening, she was a newbie in all respects. Even still, she managed to get her energy enough to summon forth a piano. She took a few deep breaths to regain her energy as some of the bystanders noticed the sudden piano that had summoned itself forth from thin air. Illya smiled and took her seat at the bench.
"Sorry about the scare, guys! But on such a nice day like this, I thought it would be awesome to play a bit of music! Oh, and, if you don't mind, I would really appreciate if you left some funds if you think I do good!"
Illya smiled and bowed once more. She had no music to look at. All that she had was her piano and her very own knowledge of music. Yemaya had taken a seat on top of the piano, merely acting as a bystander in her ward's concert. Illya once more took a deep breath, tracking in her own mind the notes she would play. She would completely make up what she was playing as she went. Perhaps she had a natural aptitude for music, or perhaps the lacrima in her eye served as a catalyst for musical attunement, either way she mapped out her song in her head as she began to play. Her fingers moved over the keys gracefully, each note being played with purpose and emotion. While she could not taste her own music, as Arcadia back at Fairy Tail had warned, she still had the light tingle on the tip of her tongue from the gasps and the whispers of impression. Even though her eyes were closed her entire performance, she could not even imagine missing a single key. No note was out of place. Nothing was wrong, and Illya had simply transported herself into another world of music. Her own little world, where nothing mattered. Fairy Tail did not matter. Dies Irae did not matter. All that was there was the feeling of the keys at Illya's fingertips as she played and the awestruck crowd that had gathered around for her performance. Even if Fairy Tail brought her no friends, even if Dies Irae merely had work, Illya hoped that her going out for these performances every once in a while would bring about someone who she could genuinely call a friend, but even that did not matter in the moment. Illya was acting on instinct to play, and she could think of nothing else.
As she played the last note in her song, she slowly opened her eyes, seeing the crowd, but being completely unable to hear them. As strange as it was, this was common for Illya. She often would find herself unable to hear the sounds of the people after her concerts. She bowed, waiting on whether or not she should play another song before talking to anyone.
WC: 710
Illya's Performance:
You are being too worried, child.
Yemaya was calm, as always. She was her "travel size," as Illya liked to call it, perched as big as a cat on Illya's left shoulder. Illya took the Aviaku's insinuation to heart. She took a deep breath, trying to remember what she could possibly do. When in doubt, Illya always thought it best to play music. She made her way to the center square in Oak Town, which was bustling on this slightly cloudy day. Amidst the shops and stalls, there were very few open spaces for Illya to begin her impromptu concert, but she nonetheless found an opening near the large fountain in the center of town to begin her playing. She closed her eyes, focusing deeply. She was not accustomed to magic. Even though it had been several months since her awakening, she was a newbie in all respects. Even still, she managed to get her energy enough to summon forth a piano. She took a few deep breaths to regain her energy as some of the bystanders noticed the sudden piano that had summoned itself forth from thin air. Illya smiled and took her seat at the bench.
"Sorry about the scare, guys! But on such a nice day like this, I thought it would be awesome to play a bit of music! Oh, and, if you don't mind, I would really appreciate if you left some funds if you think I do good!"
Illya smiled and bowed once more. She had no music to look at. All that she had was her piano and her very own knowledge of music. Yemaya had taken a seat on top of the piano, merely acting as a bystander in her ward's concert. Illya once more took a deep breath, tracking in her own mind the notes she would play. She would completely make up what she was playing as she went. Perhaps she had a natural aptitude for music, or perhaps the lacrima in her eye served as a catalyst for musical attunement, either way she mapped out her song in her head as she began to play. Her fingers moved over the keys gracefully, each note being played with purpose and emotion. While she could not taste her own music, as Arcadia back at Fairy Tail had warned, she still had the light tingle on the tip of her tongue from the gasps and the whispers of impression. Even though her eyes were closed her entire performance, she could not even imagine missing a single key. No note was out of place. Nothing was wrong, and Illya had simply transported herself into another world of music. Her own little world, where nothing mattered. Fairy Tail did not matter. Dies Irae did not matter. All that was there was the feeling of the keys at Illya's fingertips as she played and the awestruck crowd that had gathered around for her performance. Even if Fairy Tail brought her no friends, even if Dies Irae merely had work, Illya hoped that her going out for these performances every once in a while would bring about someone who she could genuinely call a friend, but even that did not matter in the moment. Illya was acting on instinct to play, and she could think of nothing else.
As she played the last note in her song, she slowly opened her eyes, seeing the crowd, but being completely unable to hear them. As strange as it was, this was common for Illya. She often would find herself unable to hear the sounds of the people after her concerts. She bowed, waiting on whether or not she should play another song before talking to anyone.
WC: 710
Illya's Performance:
