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[color=cf5300]Location:[/color] the outside world
[color=cf5300]Interacting with:[/color]Everyone, kind of.[/center]


[center]Alto kept chirping at the newcomer, Alto seemed to know something that Sona does not very well know yet, but then again, she has been doing nothing but playing her harp when the newcomer arrived. But she didn’t seem to mind all that much in all honesty, music makes a big part of everyone's lives one way or another. Hearing Kyra’s words while she gulped down her meal and she replied [color=cf5300]“Well I for one, wouldn’t mind more company. Plus the more the merrier!”[/color] It will be great for us all indeed and it will be great if we had more company to rely upon. She snugged herself in the poncho-blanket like thing that Lob gave her and sighed softly. How could such a strange crowd get together and possibly be the epicest crew she will ever get to meet? She will never know.

Sona sighed slowly and then looked to the side to see what seemed to be like white silk, dancing away at the trees embrace. She didn’t know what to do but she was enticed to see what it really was, bards curiosity and all. Whoever it was, she will be happy to help them if they needed it. Bandits never wear white after all, never suited their persona. As she stood up to find out what the seemingly white silk was, she creeped. She didn’t want to disturb it and let it run away if it was indeed a person of interest. Something else stopped her and made her look around some more. Was that a flute she heard? Yes, that was definitely a flute.

Sona walked away from the campfire once more the direction of the flute, it seemingly enticed her and it was such a beautiful sound. Finally she walked towards the sound and the sound got louder… it means she got closer… her heart was racing, what if this was a trap… no… it can’t be… if it was… she has her harp, she will cast her sleep song if needed from her harp.

[color=cf5300]“Hey! Whoever is playing that flute!”[/color] Sona shouted [color=cf5300]“Please come out!”[/color] She knew she sounded rather commanding, but with her heart racing so fast from the adrenaline she can’t help it… if this was another bard they could even share their stories and travels together.[/center]