•••JamesAndrewNightsong
James stood leaning over the railing of one of the second story balconies with his eyes closed. He was practically radiating his frustration. He still didn't have a clue who is betrothed was due to some mix up. Figures. He blew a hair out of his eyes and sighed out of boredom. On his face was a evident put as he stared over the grounds wondering if he should just head to his quarters and sulk at his present situation.
As he was turning to go inside a peaceful melody reached is acute ears. He had heard the song, Scarborough Fair, played before and recognized. He wasn't sure what made him do it, but he found himself moving back into the house at a brisk pace. He soon found himself out in the yard relying entirely on his ears to lead him to the noise. James had been overcome with curiosity more than once so he didn't really question why he was so determined to find the source of the noise.
James slowed as he approached a girl he had seen from earlier in the dining area. She had snowy white hair and was the one creating the wondrous music. He silently admired the flute she was playing. He smiled feeling calm as she played, music had always seemed to do that for him. That was why he couldn't bring it upon himself to wreck her song, but didn't want to appear like he was stalking her when she eventually did notice him. He smiled sincerely at the girl and complimented, "You truly have a talent there, miss." He gestured at the flute with a nod of his head, "Mind me asking for how long you have played?" He stopped walking when he was a couple feet away so she wouldn't feel too crowded.
❝ Be not afraid of greatness:
Some are born great.
Some achieve greatness
and some have greatness
thrust upon 'em.❞
-Twelfth Night Act II Scene V