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Refia rested against a tree on the outskirts of town, peering back at Kazus and reflecting on the life laid out before her. She had been chosen as a Warrior of Light, but Takka ordered her to stay and become a blacksmith like him. So here she stood, fuming, while off in the distance she could hear the sound of the mythril ram being attached to Cid's airship. No doubt Luneth, Arc, and Ingis were on board with Cid awaiting completion. She should have been on the airship with them, fulfilling her destiny. Besides, those three would have been lost without her.
Crossing her arms over her chest she let out a sigh and frowned, giving the city a side eye. "I should just stow away on the airship while no one is looking, so much easier than dealing with Father..."
Refia's head turned quickly at the sound of a twig snapping underfoot. She readied her weapon in case it was a monster looking for an easy meal. She stopped with her sword half drawn as a person came into view. The woman's attire could be described as a draping cloak of red and black sashes, her hair hidden within the confines of a turban. Despite being alone, she carried no weapon. The only thing in the woman's hands was an intricate harp.
"Sorry, I thought you were a monster," Refia said as she sheathed her sword. "Are you a traveler?"
"You could say that," the woman replied. "I am a wandering minstrel, traveling far and wide to spread enjoyment through song and dance," she said, flourishing her arm and performing an embellished bow. "I couldn't help but overhear you lamenting some concern?"
Refia looked back over her shoulder toward town. "I'm... trying to decide if I should stay in town or leave with my friends. My father wants me to stay and be a blacksmith."
The wandering minstrel frowned and began plucking at the strings of her harp, a light lilting tune. "Oh, a tough decision indeed. You're torn between upsetting your father or upsetting your friends..." She clucked her tongue against her teeth and shook her head. "That won't do at all. How about a song to lift your spirits?"
Refia frowned. "I don't know how a song will help me," she said. However, the sound of the harp was making her relax a little. "But.. If you insist."
The wandering minstrel smirked, her green eyes narrowing, and her fingers began playing across the strings of her harp quicker than before. It was a strange song, but Refia's worries quickly began to vanish as she listened. Nothing seemed to matter any more but the rhythm, and soon enough her feet were moving on her own.
"That's it," the wandering minstrel said softly, "Let the music wash over you and melt all your cares away..."

Written by a friend, drawn by me c^:

part 2

Description
Refia rested against a tree on the outskirts of town, peering back at Kazus and reflecting on the life laid out before her. She had been chosen as a Warrior of Light, but Takka ordered her to stay and become a blacksmith like him. So here she stood, fuming, while off in the distance she could hear the sound of the mythril ram being attached to Cid's airship. No doubt Luneth, Arc, and Ingis were on board with Cid awaiting completion. She should have been on the airship with them, fulfilling her destiny. Besides, those three would have been lost without her.
Crossing her arms over her chest she let out a sigh and frowned, giving the city a side eye. "I should just stow away on the airship while no one is looking, so much easier than dealing with Father..."
Refia's head turned quickly at the sound of a twig snapping underfoot. She readied her weapon in case it was a monster looking for an easy meal. She stopped with her sword half drawn as a person came into view. The woman's attire could be described as a draping cloak of red and black sashes, her hair hidden within the confines of a turban. Despite being alone, she carried no weapon. The only thing in the woman's hands was an intricate harp.
"Sorry, I thought you were a monster," Refia said as she sheathed her sword. "Are you a traveler?"
"You could say that," the woman replied. "I am a wandering minstrel, traveling far and wide to spread enjoyment through song and dance," she said, flourishing her arm and performing an embellished bow. "I couldn't help but overhear you lamenting some concern?"
Refia looked back over her shoulder toward town. "I'm... trying to decide if I should stay in town or leave with my friends. My father wants me to stay and be a blacksmith."
The wandering minstrel frowned and began plucking at the strings of her harp, a light lilting tune. "Oh, a tough decision indeed. You're torn between upsetting your father or upsetting your friends..." She clucked her tongue against her teeth and shook her head. "That won't do at all. How about a song to lift your spirits?"
Refia frowned. "I don't know how a song will help me," she said. However, the sound of the harp was making her relax a little. "But.. If you insist."
The wandering minstrel smirked, her green eyes narrowing, and her fingers began playing across the strings of her harp quicker than before. It was a strange song, but Refia's worries quickly began to vanish as she listened. Nothing seemed to matter any more but the rhythm, and soon enough her feet were moving on her own.
"That's it," the wandering minstrel said softly, "Let the music wash over you and melt all your cares away..."

Written by a friend, drawn by me c^:

part 2