Timestamp: Cycle One of Cryxatum
Era II of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIV Post Fractum
The sound of the rain drumming down upon the limestone house was almost deafening. It washed across the island of Chelseanna like a wave, and as quickly as it started, it stopped. The clouds rolled across the island and back out to sea, letting damp, grey light thread into the house through its square windows. Cracking open a single eye, a soft groan escaped Kiarae’s lips. Dawn. Throwing off the rough sheets that clung to her sticky body, the young woman silently cursed the beginning of summer. So hot, so wet, going back to sleep wasn’t even a question anymore.
Nevertheless a soft smile passed over her thin lips, and a sparkle of an idea danced behind the grin. Up this early the rest of the family should still be asleep, and there was a chance perhaps she could sneak out to practise unnoticed today. Dark, almost black eyes glanced over to the instrument that sat propped up lovingly in the corner. It had been almost a cycle since she had been able to pick up her violin and play it, roped into helping sell and make the trinkets for the
Agora Bioli. It was her duty to her family, and a duty she would never turn her back on, but sometimes she wished she could chase after her passion unleashed. Only her Nonno understood.
Sliding into a brightly coloured dress of blue and green, Kiarae tiptoed across her room, sliding her violin and bow into its black leather casing. Visions of playing in the small cove around the coast danced in her mind, touched only with a hint of guilt that she was running off. She had gotten sneaking out of the family home to a fine art, following the lead of her older brothers and sister in the past – she knew intimately which door would creak, which stone underfoot would wobble, as long as she was careful and made it to the front door, she could escape at a run…
“
Kiarae Bentivegna!”
Damnit!
Another long day Piazza del Mare to come…
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