Post by lovedbyyendis on Oct 4, 2020 13:47:46 GMT -5
Aria exits the inn on a particularly sunny day, pausing for amoment to let her eyes adjust. She offers a small smile and wave to those about before making her way to the fence in front of the inn. She sets her bags down with a soft thud before sitting beside them. She moves quietly, finding a comfortable spot leaning against the rail. She reaches into a bag and pulls out a piece of soemthing, wrapped in cloth. For a moment she holds it in her lap as she watches people pass idly.
After a moment, she reaches into her bag and pulls out a small set of tools - among them, small knives and tiny sharpened rods. She unwraps the cloth, revealing a piece of dried wood which now roughly resembles a flute. She gently tucks the cloth beneath her and looks up to the sky pondering. Finally, she sets about continuing her carving with the small tools, focusing on details that aren't seen from any distance.
The town is quiet and there is only the thud thud thud of Bentin's feet and an occasional sigh from Waric. Softly, she begins to hum as she works.