Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-30396618-20140521090232/@comment-24304510-20140521092231

It was a cool, clear night, and Lanse gazed up at the shattered moon for a few moments as he took a small break in his playing. The wind quietly rustled the trees both behind him and in the forest below, and he smiled a bit as he reached out and opened the water key, letting the condensation drain out of the trumpet's inner workings. It wasn't cold enough for his breath to fog, but small droplets were forming on the outside of his instrument from his warm air meeting the cold metal.

It had become one of his nightly routines to come back to the hill atop the Emerald Forest. It served two purposes, a way to keep him sharp, and as his own personal way of coping. A lot of people had been hurt by him, by his indecisions. It was the least he could do to honor their memories.

"Marcus...Venerea...Silvia..." He muttered almost inaudibly, the same as he'd done for the past few months. "This one's for you."

Taking a deep, but measured breath, Lanse launched into the final song he always played before leaving the cliff for the night; a slow, haunting melody that echoed across the landscape. The song itself was a melody Lanse could not find written; it was a memory from his childhood that he had heard in a place and time long forgotten. It was a sad tune, full of mourning, longing, and regret.