The sounds of a gentle breeze were all that Priscilla could hear, and the barren wastelands of Sin were all her eyes could see. Right now, she stood at the entrance of a small cave that closed off not too far in the back, making it perfect for her to hide away with Viola, who was currently unconscious. It was about a few hours after they had both been teleported to Sin, and Priscilla was not happy. Her face was twisted into that of a raged expression, and her fists were clenched tight in anger. The only thing keeping her from destroying everything in sight was Viola, as she needed to make sure the girl was alright and as healthy as she could be. If anything happened to her, Priscilla wouldn't hesitate to obliterate Sin off the face of the planet. That is, if she could. Right now Viola was covered in bandages in several places, so as to prevent bleeding and possible infections. They were torn pieces of Priscilla's clothing that she had used as makeshift bandages, to make sure Viola didn't die of blood loss.
Next to Viola was a fire, although it wasn't too close, so as not to burn the girl. Still, she should be able to feel some warmth from where she was staying. Over Viola was Priscilla's purple hoodie/jacket, and several meters away, Priscilla stood in her teenage form, looking out for anything that may try to hunt them down. Peering into her shadow, she saw that nothing was nearby, but despite knowing this she did not relax in the slightest. Her guard was always up, her mind always sharp and wary of anything that moved, even from the wind. Still... she couldn't help but feel a little happy, knowing nothing was nearby. It gave her a little glimmer of happiness that she held on to with all of her heart. Yet she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sorrow. One that she felt she needed to express, but couldn't do so via words.
So instead, she pulled a concert piano out of her shadow with her bare hands and gently set it down in front of her, just before the exit to the cave. Soon after, she pulled out a small pianist bench and set it down in front of the piano. With a sigh and a blank expression, Priscilla closed her eyes and began to play a song that sounded very similar to one she heard Viola singing earlier. She knew the girl would recognize it when she woke up.
Next to Viola was a fire, although it wasn't too close, so as not to burn the girl. Still, she should be able to feel some warmth from where she was staying. Over Viola was Priscilla's purple hoodie/jacket, and several meters away, Priscilla stood in her teenage form, looking out for anything that may try to hunt them down. Peering into her shadow, she saw that nothing was nearby, but despite knowing this she did not relax in the slightest. Her guard was always up, her mind always sharp and wary of anything that moved, even from the wind. Still... she couldn't help but feel a little happy, knowing nothing was nearby. It gave her a little glimmer of happiness that she held on to with all of her heart. Yet she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sorrow. One that she felt she needed to express, but couldn't do so via words.
So instead, she pulled a concert piano out of her shadow with her bare hands and gently set it down in front of her, just before the exit to the cave. Soon after, she pulled out a small pianist bench and set it down in front of the piano. With a sigh and a blank expression, Priscilla closed her eyes and began to play a song that sounded very similar to one she heard Viola singing earlier. She knew the girl would recognize it when she woke up.