#the musician has arrived (aragne ic)

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Exploring and Performing

@teasnrps

Aragne was exploring the city of Rexxentrum. Now, she was not a resident of the Dwendalian Empire. She was actually born outside of the empire. She was a cute brown-haired halfling with bright hazel eyes. She had rosy cheeks. She typically wore a simple red kimono-style robe with dark leather boots.

She was currently skipping down the street with her viola tucked under her chin, playing as she moved. It was an upbeat tune, light and bouncy. Her short hair bounced around her head. Her voice was rather gentle and happy.

“Don’t be afraid to blow out the flames of today~ a new one will brighten tomorrow...” She continued to sing as she skipped along.

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Pirates

@chopperpirate

Aragne was hanging around the docks, singing and playing her viola. Docks were always an interesting place to hang around since a lot of different people filtered through.

She was a small halfling, barely three feet tall. Her brown hair was short and the bangs were pulled back with an origami flower. She wore a simple red kimono. Her skin was kissed by the sun and her cheeks were freckled.

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@big-skull-boi

The bard was performing in a tavern. She played a fast-paced tune on her viola while singing along and dancing.

Her kimono swung and fluttered about her. Her brown hair bounced around her and her soft hazel eyes were lit up by the fire light. Everyone was having quite a good time.

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Aragne (Open Starter)

The halfling was performing during a festival. She danced about as she played her viola. Her voice rang out along the streets as she sang. It was soft and beautiful, carried on the wind. She wore a red kimono and leather boots. The kimono swirled about her legs.

Her short wavy locks bounced around her head. A rose was tucked behind her ear and her eyes were a soft hazel.

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Aragne smiled and played her viola as she danced about a winter festival. She changed out her red kimono for a light blue one which fluttered about her legs as she moved. Her leather boots tapped on the cobblestone streets.

A blue cloth flower was pinned in her hair to hold it behind her ear. Her soft voice rang out down the streets, joining the other noises of the city.

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The halfling girl was singing about her travels. She sang stories of fields and natural wonders, but also of battles with much stronger adversaries. She sang of the friends she made on the way. Her voice was soft and melodic, and she paced around her viola’s case. Her steps were as light as feathers and she sang steady. 

Now off to the side, a young elven man stood, leaning against a wall. He was watching the halfling’s performance to make sure no one tried anything. He had a hand on the handle of his halberd so he could move at a moment’s notice.

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It was getting quite late out and Aragne had been performing for hours at this point. She slid out of her dull red kimono so she was in a black short bodysuit to cool down. She took out the coins from her case and put away her viola. Throwing the case over her shoulder, she ran to her elven friend.

“RYS!” She screamed, almost like a child who just found their parents. She immediately tackled him, resting her face in his chest.

The flustered elf sighed and ruffled her hair. “C’mon. Let’s get dinner. You must be starving.” He softly smiled at her as she nodded eagerly.

The pair walked to the nearest tavern and claimed the corner booth. The tavern was dark and everyone was starting to get rowdy, since the work day was now over. Rys made sure to keep an eye on the other patrons so that they wouldn’t attempt to harass his friend. Luckily, they were all to occupied with getting drunk and wasting their profits.

Aragne smiled and ordered for them since she knew it made Rys a bit uncomfortable. Her rounded face seemed to glow from the light of the candles. Rys looked at her and nodded as a thank you.

“Of course, what else are friends for?” She reached over the table and pinched his nose- she was almost standing on the actually bench to reach him. He sighed and tapped her cheek. “Please sit down. You could get hurt, you dummy.”

They ate together and paid their tab before heading out to find an inn, which luckily wasn’t too far away. They walked in and promptly rented a room. They made their way to the room, looking around the halls. Once they entered the room, they threw down their heavy bags. Aragne threw herself onto the bed and stretched.

“I’m so glad we travel together.” A soft smile stretched across her lips.

“I am, too.” Rys awkwardly cleared his throat and sat in the windowsill to watch the calm city streets. “Good night, Aragne. You need your sleep.”

“You need to rest, well meditate, but still. Please don’t stay up all night.”

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A Warm Afternoon

Aragne was playing her viola which was decorated with gold. She danced about the street. Her kimono fluttered around her as she lightly moved. Her soft, brown hair bounced around her face, following her movements.

Her hazel eyes were closed as she played purely on her own instincts. The song had a happy vibe yet her lyrics were filled with loneliness. She was a soft soul who traveled all the time.

She spent her time studying other races and history. In fact, she studied orcs quite closely. Her mind wandered to travels as she changed her song. She sang of Great War heroes as she danced.