She felt pulled there, to this new world, so she followed. Rhapsody Blue was a muse, and there were those in need of her, here.
She found herself in the city streets, guitar case slung over her shoulder. Her boots crackled over frost-hardened leaves and the sun was setting. She smiled, breathtaking as always, these scenes of nature. It was no wonder so many had need of her services, they never took the time to find it in their own environment, in nature.
Rhapsody moved through the crowds towards the center of the city, seeking a place to find solitude at the end of the day. She did not sleep much, but liked partaking in the aspects of the act. She had discovered a love of fuzzy slippers and silky robes!
Short skirt blowing in the wind that suddenly came up, Rhapsody ran her hand down the back, lengthening the red and black plaid skirt just like that. Her jewelry jingled, bracelets tinkling together like a wind chime, and earrings swayed with each step. She smiled at those she passed, pale pink lips curving. She approached a place called the Red Dragon Inn, and entered. Procuring a room for the time being, she took herself there to unwind and to think.
Her luggage (Yes, even a Muse needs clothing) would appear there as if sent by the winds. A butterfly, out of place and wing flutters sluggish from the cold, sat perched atop her train case. She spoke soothing to it, softly, and cupped it in her hands. "Little one, you should not have followed me here. Go home to the paradise you come from." With that, she tossed it in the air, what looked like silver pixie dust sprinkled in her blonde hair, and the butterfly was gone.
She sighed, sad that her only friend had to leave, but she was confident she would find new ones here. After all, someone had been praying for a muse, or she wouldn't have been pulled here.
She found herself in the city streets, guitar case slung over her shoulder. Her boots crackled over frost-hardened leaves and the sun was setting. She smiled, breathtaking as always, these scenes of nature. It was no wonder so many had need of her services, they never took the time to find it in their own environment, in nature.
Rhapsody moved through the crowds towards the center of the city, seeking a place to find solitude at the end of the day. She did not sleep much, but liked partaking in the aspects of the act. She had discovered a love of fuzzy slippers and silky robes!
Short skirt blowing in the wind that suddenly came up, Rhapsody ran her hand down the back, lengthening the red and black plaid skirt just like that. Her jewelry jingled, bracelets tinkling together like a wind chime, and earrings swayed with each step. She smiled at those she passed, pale pink lips curving. She approached a place called the Red Dragon Inn, and entered. Procuring a room for the time being, she took herself there to unwind and to think.
Her luggage (Yes, even a Muse needs clothing) would appear there as if sent by the winds. A butterfly, out of place and wing flutters sluggish from the cold, sat perched atop her train case. She spoke soothing to it, softly, and cupped it in her hands. "Little one, you should not have followed me here. Go home to the paradise you come from." With that, she tossed it in the air, what looked like silver pixie dust sprinkled in her blonde hair, and the butterfly was gone.
She sighed, sad that her only friend had to leave, but she was confident she would find new ones here. After all, someone had been praying for a muse, or she wouldn't have been pulled here.