A Playful Tune
From the Chronicles of Myra Sunveil



A playful tune filled the air in the woods surrounding the Silver Arrow. Myra tied Melancholy off to a tree, took off her boots, hat and gloves and tucked them into her saddle bags. Giving Melancholy a reassuring pat, she hung her bow over her shoulder and unstrapped her harp from her belt.

Giggling quietly, she tousled her hair to loosen it from the form the hat had imposed upon it. Making sure one last time that Melancholy was secured, she turned and sprinted off into the forest.

It was a glorious night. One of the best of her life, to her recollection. As she ran through the trees with reckless abandon, she recalled the past days of her entire existance.

Not only had she found a place she felt welcome and at home, she had actually been presented with the idea of applying to the Grey Company itself! She laughed out loud, as she played a tune to redirect two orcs to "play" with each other, and continued, slowing her pace a bit.

Then tonight! she thought. Tonight had been... magical. The entire day had been. She had finally gotten up the nerve to seek out the Crypts, and even with an unfortunate lack of arrows, she had lived to tell the tale. Laina was happy, which always made Myra happy. And then him. Myra slowed down to catch her breath, leaning against an oak tree.

A few leaves fell down and swirled around her in the breeze coming off the ocean. She giggled softly, letting her fingers dance with the leaves in the wind. "Yes, magical." she said aloud. Having rested a few moments, she began just strolling aimlessly back through the woods.

Time stood still as her thoughts drifted, thinking of her evening and it's events. She walked, smiling all the way, to the doors of Glorfindle's shop. She stopped to chat with Fairfax and the other merchants there.

Feeling a bit curious, she crept silently up the stairs. She slowly and quietly opened the only door at the end of the hallway, which happened to be to Glor's room, and quietly crept past the sleeping half elf to the door that led to the balcony.

Quietly shutting the door, her bare feet making not a sound on the floors, she closed her eyes and let the breeze play with her hair. She concentrated and sent a mental call out to her horse. In a few moments time, Melancholy trotted up onto the porch.

"Melancholy stay on the porch here," she whispered down to the horse. Glancing back at the door to his room, she smiled and sat down on the balcony, leaning back against the wall.

She sat listening to the sounds off the bay and the wind in the trees. And thus, listening to the music of nature, she drifted off to sleep on Glor's balcony to pleasant dreams.



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