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Post by Sarea Riel Dirao on Nov 13, 2013 0:16:37 GMT -6
The winter morning sun finally rose on the horizon, creating a crystalline shine to the ice forming on the grass. The forest slumbered yet, and the trees were bare, ready for the cold that seemed almost inevitable. But the morning was still a good time for Sarea to take a walk and clear her mind before the errands of her day.
Just recently, she'd conceived of an idea for a school: a Bardic school. Although she hadn't had it approved of, she had no doubt the natives wouldn't mind. Besides, a school would bring about jollity, music, and theatre for all to enjoy at no cost. This college wasn't to be catered only to the rich. Everyone had the right to enjoy the fine arts.
As she gracefully skipped along, the leaves hardly cracking under her light footsteps, she removed from her pouch her flute and began to blow to warm it up. What better way to start of the day than a nice melody in the ears?
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