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She was walking, letting her own feet guide her, it had been some time since she was in her own pack and she wanted to get to know it again, although she still remembered where her feet would take her she found that some places were different… like old red… poor old red. She had remembered playing there so long ago, and now it was gone, though it seemed a new building had been erected there, she still felt it did not give the old building’s feelings of belonging, but she was sure she would get use to it. And the plane site had changed some, there were things moved, more things had become even more damaged from weather and scavaging that it wasn’t recognizable any longer. She was moving to the borders now, close to the river, when she heard something, was that a guitar? Jazper played one didn’t he? Her heart lept, had he decided he wanted to leave without letting her know, in this cold, and with such a horrible wound? She rushed to the sound of the music, only to find it was someone else, and they were beyond the borders. Amata sighed with relief, well if she thought about it, didn’t Jazper play the violin? All that seemed the same to her, they were stringed instruments in any case.
Hello.
Her voice was soft, though not unsure at all. She was a very lively female, and she was not scared of many. This giant was no acception. He towered over her six foot nine height… how anyone could work with such a big body was beyond the young woman.
You play beautifully. My name is Amata by the way.
She said, though her compliment was that, she had little knowledge of holding a tune. She did not sing or hum or anything for that one reason. That was ok with her though, she was fine with listening to other’s play their own music. She waited hoping that he heard her, though she didn’t really want to interrupt his playing. She was just curious as to why he was sitting here at the borders, playing an instrument.
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