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Bree stumbled from The Seaside Port of Dar'n'ak. She had, in the end, decided not to go home, but to go to the Town of V'enir.

She stepped through the gates, her cloak sweeping around her in folds of silken fabric. She tossed her long pink hair behind her, so it fell down her back, shining. The large amber eyes took in everything around her, people, stall's, Inn's. Everything.

Bree walked through the crowd, head held high, and most people, if not all, moved out of her way. She looked important, even if they did not know her. Bree held an immpassive posture as she made her way surely down the crowded cobbled streets, past most shops, except for one.

It was a Jewelrey shop, that specialised in celtic designs. Instinctivly
Bree's hand went behind her, and gently rested on her tailbone. For that was where her tattoo was. It was a celtic design, because Bree loved the exquisite curls and patterns that they make.

Bree looked up at the sun. It's early She thought. I have time. She couldn't resist. And with that, she turned towards the interesting looking shop and purposely and ducked through the small doorway.

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As the Elf stepped inside, she caught her breath. It was beautiful. Celtic design's covered every free bit of space where their wasn't jewelery. The smell of Sandal Wood incense lingered in the air.

Bree turned to a small table that had some necklaces and bracelets layed out on it. She gently picked up one of the delicate chains that had a small locket on it, covered in swirls.

She was engrossed in the beauty of this particular piece, when a cough came from the other side of the room. Bree turned around and at the checkout, there was a small woman with grey hair and piercing black eyes. It was dim light, but Bre could tell from this woman's aura that she was a mage of sorts, not a strong one, but a mage none the less.

"How much is this locket?" Bree asked, resisting the urge to glance down at it again.

"$31.50" The woman replied, her gaze still taking in everything about Bree. "But I do it for you for 25 Dollars."

Bree bit her lip. She had more than enough jewelery, but she just loved it. She pulled $25 out of her purse and paid the shopkeeper.

The woman walked behind the checkout with the locket and placed it carefully in some tissue. She wrapped it up, sealing it with sticky tape, and passed it too Bree, still watching her carefully.

Bree thanked the woman, and walked out of the shop quickly, opening the little package, and slipping the necklace around her neck, doing up the clasp with nimble hands.

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We turn our sights from Tenma for now, for something quite extrodanary has begun. Though neither of the guys involved in this event are even consiously aware of what is happening, it is indeed happening. What is happening? yes the question crossing your mind as you read, I'll tell you later, for now we turn our sights on a young boy.

He sits on the small overhanging roof of an inn inside town, his small legs dangling and kicking in rythm with the tune he played on the small wooden whistle, more of a flute than a whistle it passed the time and he was told he was quite good. 9 years of age he stood slightly taller than most of the boys his age, and much stronger, having worked out in fields with his gaurdians to pay for stuff he needed his muscles were hard from long days of work.

He sat on the roof in simple clothing, sensible peasant brown wool pants, a little long for him and patched to the point of no original cloth left on the piece of clothing, his shirt was mildly better, the sleeves sheared off to be used for something else(quite possibly the patches for his pants) his bare arms tanned by the suns harsh glare it seemed to reserve for the field workers. The only bright aspect of the young man were his remarkable eyes and hair, his eyes were a deep emerald green, the kind of eyes that stunned some to look at too long, attaining a shade not seen before by most. His hair was the same color, green, lighter slightly, and messy but still a dark green to almost match his eyes.

As he played the small flute on the inns rooftop, bringing in potential customers that might enjoy the prospect of decent music while they ate his hair fell over his closed eyes, trying not to grin while he played, for that would ruin the sound of the music, he continued to rock gently and kick his legs with the slow throbbing tune he played, deep notes blending together to form an odd melody that was oddly pulling to the body, not as a fast tune would be but it drew you into motion seemingly.

There he stayed, the young boy still un-named to those watching, he played his tune and life remained simply for the boy, as all things should for children.

So the boy returned to his favorite perch. It was indeed a great spot, for as he sat atop the eaves of the tall in the air brushed a light hand through his thick green hair, his eyes absolutely gleamed with his joy at being at such a high place, they gleamed with that youthfull bliss and doing something no one else does, at being the first, in his mind, to acompolish this.

And as he sits he opens the door in the roof and pulls out a guitar, dark red wood and perfectly crafted and polished he smiles as he closes the door and lets his long fingers go to work.

The instrument positively sings as his long nimble fingers do thier work, smiling the entire time he plays a long quick song giggling at the harder parts and still getting through, the tune is catching and he bobs his head happily as he places, smiling largely, having one of those smiles that could brighten your day just at it being directed at you. Then the song slowed.

Slowly his voice rang out, quite clear, though not with the low boom of a mans voice, it had the clear high tones of a young boys voice, blending well with the guitars song.

We both lie silently still
In the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside

Was it something I said or something I did
Did my words not come out right
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess thats why they say


Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

And his voice continued, as he finished the song, a free show and a fun night.

It may not seem the greatest to her, for she had seen much more than him, and indeed he was a child, not much experience, but to the boys simply pleasured heart this music was beautiful and pure, maybe one of those childish emotions, but he loved it.

So he continued, song changing mid note, still seemingly smooth he created as he went, making up notes and chords he thought sounded nice once before and putting them into an odd little melody, sounding unique but still familiar enough to be a comfortable song. Bobbing his little head happily he remained oblivious to the person behind him.

Oblivious still he played his happy little tune. To her it would be catching, as many songs were the odd little melody of his own making would catch her and keep her going, dancing had that effect and his music had always had that effect on people.

Even though he was a young child he played well. hell, he lived in an inn, people taught him things whether they knew they were or not. He learned to play from strangers and friends alike, so his own playing skill was unique and partially his own.

So he continued to play with her dancing behind him, not knowhing she was there, not caring even if he had known, for in his head he was enjoying something of his own making, something so special to him he could rock gently with the guitar in his arms trying not to giggle mid tune.

He turned quickly, not expecting a voice at all. Large green eye's widening slightly he grinned broadly flashing his large smile.

" thank ya "

he said in his young high voice. Standing up he pushed down on his guitar, sliding with the strap it stopped when he put his hand on the broadest part so that the neck hung down to the right of his hip.

" Who are ya?"

He looked astonished at the name he couldn't say ever until she said he could call her adri, then he grinned.

"Rin, don't know any other name, Just call me rin"

he said grinning broadly and trying to bow without falling off the roof.