She was quite good at playing music for all kinds of settings, whether small taverns or dance balls. It's quite easy to get a tavern full of drunk folk tipping the live performance. And using the money she saved, she was able to afford more presentable clothes and advertisements for the higher class. (including a portrait like the one i drew).

Given the semi recluse nature that she developed as she got older, she was also quite mysterious. It was easy to fantasize the kind of person she could be, behind the talent and grace she presented. So many would hire her due to the intrigue that would spread over her. It didn't take long for the brave or cocky few, who would see her and decide to get to know her more than the mysterious violinist who seldom spoke. So that opportunity would arrive during her breaks or after the final performance of the night, when she would go where the least amount of people were and would be nose deep in a book. As well as writing in a journal. And sometimes, for the lucky few, they can find her unoccupied. That's when people are able to get a look into her eyes. Many would look at her and see someone who is naturally enchanting, the way her eyes twinkle and glisten. But anyone keen enough could tell that her gaze is not really there. She is looking at some intangible thing that is so far away, and the glisten in her eyes is a yearning for something else.

Yet those who continued to talk to her felt that they could one day change her or convince her that it's better if she doesn't be herself. One of those people led to a physically intimate relationship. Where their ideals and dynamics were just too clashing. Which becomes one of the reasons she decided she cannot keep being this Idealized bard. She had to be herself; the woman who wants to write a guidebook for all who wish to be a hero one day. A book that would given everyone access to the resources needed to understand, what makes a hero a hero?

The first ever folk to approach her would go on to gossip about how very eccentric she is. She would seem either flat out disinterested in the whole mingle and make social transactions during these high class get togethers, or she would ask the most uncouth questions. Things like "How often do you find you or your colleagues preforming act of kindness?" "Do you believe, being of the high class, that your blood grants you the titles you were given? What of those who get their titles through hard work?" and the like. So many after talking to her would see their own fantasies of her shattered. Her awkward, rude, and on the rare nights where someone asks and talks the right way to get her to open up will find that she is quite excitable when it comes to her passions, ones that she has tried so hard to keep in the back burner since trying to appease her uncle. So many would not seek her out again. You can count on your hand the times the people who aren't intimidated by the shift in there ideals of her.

Not long after this revelation, she tried to balance these two worlds, Still preforming with the violin but also spending late nights creating ventriloquist puppets of her favorite historically real heroes. She lived like this just long enough so that she can venture off and find inspiration for the answers she seeks.

She was quite good at playing music for all kinds of settings, whether small taverns or dance balls. It's quite easy to get a tavern full of drunk folk tipping the live performance. And using the money she saved, she was able to afford more presentable clothes and advertisements for the higher class. (including a portrait like the one i drew).

Given the semi recluse nature that she developed as she got older, she was also quite mysterious. It was easy to fantasize the kind of person she could be, behind the talent and grace she presented. So many would hire her due to the intrigue that would spread over her. It didn't take long for the brave or cocky few, who would see her and decide to get to know her more than the mysterious violinist who seldom spoke. So that opportunity would arrive during her breaks or after the final performance of the night, when she would go where the least amount of people were and would be nose deep in a book. As well as writing in a journal. And sometimes, for the lucky few, they can find her unoccupied. That's when people are able to get a look into her eyes. Many would look at her and see someone who is naturally enchanting, the way her eyes twinkle and glisten. But anyone keen enough could tell that her gaze is not really there. She is looking at some intangible thing that is so far away, and the glisten in her eyes is a yearning for something else.

Yet those who continued to talk to her felt that they could one day change her or convince her that it's better if she doesn't be herself. One of those people led to a physically intimate relationship. Where their ideals and dynamics were just too clashing. Which becomes one of the reasons she decided she cannot keep being this Idealized bard. She had to be herself; the woman who wants to write a guidebook for all who wish to be a hero one day. A book that would given everyone access to the resources needed to understand, what makes a hero a hero?

The first ever folk to approach her would go on to gossip about how very eccentric she is. She would seem either flat out disinterested in the whole mingle and make social transactions during these high class get togethers, or she would ask the most uncouth questions. Things like "How often do you find you or your colleagues preforming act of kindness?" "Do you believe, being of the high class, that your blood grants you the titles you were given? What of those who get their titles through hard work?" and the like. So many after talking to her would see their own fantasies of her shattered. Her awkward, rude, and on the rare nights where someone asks and talks the right way to get her to open up will find that she is quite excitable when it comes to her passions, ones that she has tried so hard to keep in the back burner since trying to appease her uncle. So many would not seek her out again. You can count on your hand the times the people who aren't intimidated by the shift in there ideals of her.

Not long after this revelation, she tried to balance these two worlds, Still preforming with the violin but also spending late nights creating ventriloquist puppets of her favorite historically real heroes. She lived like this just long enough so that she can venture off and find inspiration for the answers she seeks.

She was quite good at playing music for all kinds of settings, whether small taverns or dance balls. It's quite easy to get a tavern full of drunk folk tipping the live performance. And using the money she saved, she was able to afford more presentable clothes and advertisements for the higher class. (including a portrait like the one i drew).

Given the semi recluse nature that she developed as she got older, she was also quite mysterious. It was easy to fantasize the kind of person she could be, behind the talent and grace she presented. So many would hire her due to the intrigue that would spread over her. It didn't take long for the brave or cocky few, who would see her and decide to get to know her more than the mysterious violinist who seldom spoke. So that opportunity would arrive during her breaks or after the final performance of the night, when she would go where the least amount of people were and would be nose deep in a book. As well as writing in a journal. And sometimes, for the lucky few, they can find her unoccupied. That's when people are able to get a look into her eyes. Many would look at her and see someone who is naturally enchanting, the way her eyes twinkle and glisten. But anyone keen enough could tell that her gaze is not really there. She is looking at some intangible thing that is so far away, and the glisten in her eyes is a yearning for something else.

Yet those who continued to talk to her felt that they could one day change her or convince her that it's better if she doesn't be herself. One of those people led to a physically intimate relationship. Where their ideals and dynamics were just too clashing. Which becomes one of the reasons she decided she cannot keep being this Idealized bard. She had to be herself; the woman who wants to write a guidebook for all who wish to be a hero one day. A book that would given everyone access to the resources needed to understand, what makes a hero a hero?

The first ever folk to approach her would go on to gossip about how very eccentric she is. She would seem either flat out disinterested in the whole mingle and make social transactions during these high class get togethers, or she would ask the most uncouth questions. Things like "How often do you find you or your colleagues preforming act of kindness?" "Do you believe, being of the high class, that your blood grants you the titles you were given? What of those who get their titles through hard work?" and the like. So many after talking to her would see their own fantasies of her shattered. Her awkward, rude, and on the rare nights where someone asks and talks the right way to get her to open up will find that she is quite excitable when it comes to her passions, ones that she has tried so hard to keep in the back burner since trying to appease her uncle. So many would not seek her out again. You can count on your hand the times the people who aren't intimidated by the shift in there ideals of her.

Not long after this revelation, she tried to balance these two worlds, Still preforming with the violin but also spending late nights creating ventriloquist puppets of her favorite historically real heroes. She lived like this just long enough so that she can venture off and find inspiration for the answers she seeks.