Sonata
Musician & School Teacher of Vufrein
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♫ The artists' canvas
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Outfit 1 ✦ Outfit 2 ♩Nature's Symphony♩ Soft-Spoken ♩ Humble ♫ Aloof ♩ Maternal ♫ Observant ♩ Amicable ♫ She keeps a smile on her face ♫
“My son was four years old when he was taken from us. He was supposed to start the school year with me within the week before. He was so excited too. Day in and day out it was not-stop of his eagerness, who he wanted to sit next to and asking about the songs we would sing together while boasting about whatever it was Christoph caught the day before during his hunting excursions. Aeolian was the light of our lives. Even so young, he was intelligent, quick-witted as there was hardly ever a dull moment with him. He took after Christoph more I think, personally, as he always waited with such excitement for his father to come home hoping to see what his father had caught that day either fishing or other means of hunting. My favorite moments would be singing with him when we did our chores together, cooking meals and listening to his little stories when he played with his toys. His death came all too sudden – as if a moment he was there, reaching to be held within my arms only to blink if but for barely a second and he was gone. An unfortunate accident with a carriage and misjudgment of passing merchants. My husband held me for what felt like an eternity the day we buried him. Our hearts were in rends as no parent should ever have to endure such pain.
After few months had passed, Christoph hardly left my side. I loved my husband – I still do to this day as we became each other’s foundations during our grieving. We met out of chance, childhood friends that somehow miraculously grew into something more over time. He was rather clever, and an excellent marksman. He spent his days in the wilds hunting for game, some days better than others, of course. A draft had surfaced, and he had to leave. Trouble had brewed within Dunmeath – only I had merely caught wind of rumors of the invasion. I didn’t know our parting kiss would be its final. Time moved detrimentally slow before what remained from the losses, returned and the letters sent caused me to drop whatever menial task left abandoned and I went to him. I sat in the ward at his bedside, waiting and hoping for some impossible miracle to occur. Only a moment – hardly that, did he stir long enough, I held his hand to my cheek as tears poured down my face, words unable to fall from my lips. Yet I remember that softened, knowing tired smile that managed to find his face. Those last seconds; ‘Please love, please continue to smile. Can you do that for me?’ was the last he would ever ask of me.” Since the death of her husband, Sonata has continued with her teachings primarily amongst young children. On her off days she assists at the orphanage in the afternoons sharing songs and singing along with those curious enough in hopes of easing their hardships in some manner, always with a smile on her face. ♫ School Bells ✦ Ordersten [ w. Fineas ] ♩ Hapchance Tunes ✦ [ w. Aethelos ] A proposition ♫ Grandoise ✦ [ w. ♩ Quiet Exchanges ✦ [ w. Coenwulf ] Reunion with an ol friend ♫ Piano ♩ Keys ✦ [ w. ---, Open] ♩ Sunflowers and Marigolds ✦ [ w. Noctum ] A generous donation ♫ for the dancing and the dreaming ✦ [ w. Arabella ] ♩ Trees Like Torches ✦ [ w. Cyprian ] The loss of her home ♫ Absence of Sound ✦ [ w. Coenwulf ] Facing reality ♫ Familiar Faces ♫
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