Composer of μ's

—≪♫♪≫ “You want me to play for you? Why? You don’t know if I’m even good or not…”

 “I’ve come a great distance following the feeling that I’d find a musician waiting to bloom.” As Scarlet spoke her comment she adjusted her feathered dress and some of the feathers on her tail. All for the sake of being a bit more presentable after her long journey.

     No... She should at least honor her wish, even if she didn’t feel worthy enough to be receiving this sort of praise. She turned herself back to the piano, fingers softly laying on the keys... Before she set into it, playing the first melody that came to mind.

“A musician you are? A poet am I; Mitama is my name, may I know yours as well?”

     “So is there anything in particular you’d like me to play? I can see in your eyes you want to hear more.”

“Hiding? I was here first.” Mitama retorts, leaning up from the row of chairs she had been napping on. “I was here to rest / Then wonderful music played / And bid me to wake.” She could have been much more blunt, but Cynthia would have scolded her for getting into trouble on her first day of school, halfway through the semester.

     “Well, at least you weren’t rude? I don’t even know.”

{Let’s get this muse rolling again}

{Let’s get this muse rolling again}

Cover picture → fanart to http://mmrailgun.deviantart.com/gallery/. ♥.

If you don’t love this tomato, there is something very wrong with you -maki

“I-I am so sorry.” She stammered, bowing her head down in apology. “Y-Yeah, I’m the new student. Severa Tiamo. I’m a little lost. I just can’t manage to find the Composition classroom.”

    “I think it’d be safer for me to take you there. Just to be sure you don’t get turned around somehow. Come on.” She turned on her heel, making her way down the hall. She wasn’t really thinking much of the fact that perhaps the girl knew of her reputation or anything. It was something that seemed mind boggling to Maki, even now.

Rounding the corner, she bumped into another red head, this one with twin tails. Books slipped from her hands, as she mumbled a sorry, bending down to scoop them up.

“W-Watch where you’re going! I mean, seriously!” She exclaims, bending down to grab her own books, her hands brushing over the other girls as they tried to distinguish who owned what, not looking up at the moment.

"Are you the new transfer student?"

Rounding the corner, she bumped into another red head, this one with twin tails. Books slipped from her hands, as she mumbled a sorry, bending down to scoop them up.

“W-Watch where you’re going! I mean, seriously!” She exclaims, bending down to grab her own books, her hands brushing over the other girls as they tried to distinguish who owned what, not looking up at the moment.