12-10-2007, 04:42 PM
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It was strange, though he had only visited this place once before under the supervision of his mother, that he had never realised just how close it was to Jaded Shadows. It was a place easily entangled in the history in his family (though never as greatly as Syemv, in his mind). No matter the season, it was always a hazy, foggy sort of place with eerie undertones blended in against its dark wood. It had been on an absent whim he had come across a violin, perched himself into a tree and played, inadvertently adding to the mysticism of the quiet air. He was by all means not an expert of playing such an instrument, but he was far from a beginner, having picked up the entertaining skill from the time he had learned to stand on two feet. Though the weathered body of the violin caused it to play slightly off-tune, he only thought that to add to its unique sound. As untravelled as the Haunted Forest seemed to be, he doubted his chances of drawing anyone in to listen, giving him the free reign of playing as he pleased.
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