[OOC: Sorry for the bad english, Daiki xD]
Another day had passed since the mutation, her brother going to leaf and the fight with the Queen of Battle. Ayame stood alone there in the small inn on a table far away from the others, drinking hot mulled wine. She still felt weak, but it was a matter of time to get better.
Even the fact that the nights were cold in the dessert, inside the inn was warm. The smell of freshly cooked meals made the smell of alcohol soaked in the wooden floor of the inn tolerable. Not that anyone cared about the smell, people here came because they couldn't afford luxury places.
This was a perfect place to chill and hide yourself from the eyes of the shinobi world. Here most of the people were degenerates, some of them trades, thugs or bandits. Sure, it would be dangerous for a person that had no idea how to act in a surrounding like these. But tonight she expected to be calm - people were happy that musicians were going to perform for them on the small stage. These events were rare for a place like this, so people were happy when something like this happened.
The front tables were filled with people. Even those that sat a bit behind came in front when they saw the musician coming to the stage.
Ayame… well she didn’t even bother to stand and go where the others were. The only thing she did is to place her feet on the chair in front of her and relax. The table was isolated and the corner was dark enough so people didn’t looked that way.
She took a sip from her glass and waited patiently for the music to start. Most of the people were sober, but soon their blood would start to boil under the influence of the alcohol and the songs. She hoped for the people not to start a brawl and break things, because this inn was her home now. Upstairs, in a small room was where she lived. Even the fact that the inn was poor, she liked the place. At least the caves and the woods were long gone now, but some part of her missed them. Missed the freedom. Here she had a bed, bath, meal and roof over her head, as long as she payed, of course.
She tried to take another sip, but the glass was empty, so she poured herself more from the thermos.
“I should slow down…. but naaah” – the girl thought
Hot wine and music. Perfect way to relax. But she wasn’t too relaxed – her tanto was inside her boot, ready to be drawn any second If necessary.
A woman appeared on the stage and took her place. The crowd became silent. She tuned her instrument. And the music started.
The melody filled the whole inn, people were whispering, but stopped as soon as the woman started singing.
Magical, delicate, soft voice. Privilege for someone's ear. Such a beauty was standing before these people, charming them with her innocent voice.
Ayame let out a silent laugh.
- A love song... she is selling them candied dreams. - She spoke quietly to herself. And the people were buying this. It was beautiful, of course they'd buy this.
And as much as she didn't want to admit it... Ayame actually liked it. She stared at the woman absorbing the melody and her every word. The girl barley noticed what was going on around her.
[MFT]
WC: 581
WC: 581