Standing off to the side of the main area of the training field, was a young girl wearing an intricate and long red kimono. The grab was detailed and had flashes of blue as outlines of the leafs. The young girl had a Guzheng standing up beside her, however it lacked the strings to play the beautifully carved and gold inlaid instrument. Setting the Guzheng down gently, one could see the gold inlays told a story of a tree going through it’s yearly life as leafs were dancing around the image.
The kimono wearing girl looked as if she was an entertainer, and her short pixie like hair revealed her pale silken face. Clasping her hands together, she would form strings as she separated her hands.
Stringing and tuning the charka strings onto the voiceless instrument. Each pluck would echo of into the distance brushing it’s serene voice of the battle worn training grounds. Starting the song of slow it slowly picked up as the girl plucked and caressed the strings as if her it was a lover. Getting lost in the music the sounds of the refinement of years could be heard through the instrument.
As she finished her warm up, the girl would look around as if she was waiting for someone. Even though no one listened to her song on the empty battle field, she kept playing anyway as if she was trying to soothe the souls of the splintered targets and battered dummies of the training grounds. Even if she was alone she would play for herself and act as a beacon for any weary students looking to rest after a day's hard training.
The kimono wearing girl looked as if she was an entertainer, and her short pixie like hair revealed her pale silken face. Clasping her hands together, she would form strings as she separated her hands.
Stringing and tuning the charka strings onto the voiceless instrument. Each pluck would echo of into the distance brushing it’s serene voice of the battle worn training grounds. Starting the song of slow it slowly picked up as the girl plucked and caressed the strings as if her it was a lover. Getting lost in the music the sounds of the refinement of years could be heard through the instrument.
As she finished her warm up, the girl would look around as if she was waiting for someone. Even though no one listened to her song on the empty battle field, she kept playing anyway as if she was trying to soothe the souls of the splintered targets and battered dummies of the training grounds. Even if she was alone she would play for herself and act as a beacon for any weary students looking to rest after a day's hard training.