Nari-Lanreth

It had been some time since she'd had an actual customer visit the shop. While it may have intimidated her once, Nari found that the event was actually welcoming. Star had been more than pleasant, and she had to admit that it was actually somewhat enjoyable to see the man again - a break from the loneliness that otherwise seemed to hold sway over the area. A new jaunt in her step, she approached the piano after his departure with a joyful measure, preparing herself to refill the stock that had slowly begun to dwindle as her own usage, and the purchases, had begun to pile upwards.

She'd heard about the new shop opening up. A rare occurrence, these days, and one that Nari wasn't ready to miss. She'd made her way specifically to the twenty-second floor for the event, although she was certain that the location had been open for some time. Not that it would mean there was unlikely to be a rush of customers - bakeries, especially, were popular in Aincrad. A taste of home that you couldn't quite find anywhere else. And a location that for, some reason, rarely remained constant. Passing through the main entryway, she nodded to a few of the other customers, making her app

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Calmness. It was always calm before she began her work; a calmness that she could enjoy. Her fingers ran over the piano's frame, feeling the ceramic piece beneath her. Even though she knew it was nothing more than digital inputs into her mind, somehow it felt right. A soft sigh escaped her as she slipped into the waiting seat, her thoughts considering everything that had occurred as of late. Maybe he's right...

"What did I just say! Do not!" She cut off her words as Morningstar helped her to her feet, her eyes glancing briefly at the health bar before sighing. It had already started it's slow regeneration by the time she had risen to her feet, and she knew it would be back to normal soon enough. Not that it didn't hurt, slightly. Before she could scold the man further, however, he had already taken off in search of whatever event they were supposed to be following - a fact which reminded Nari she hadn't even read the pop-up before accepting the quest, far too concerned with Morningstar having leapt i

Once the two had agreed to help, Ureka's demeanor had changed immensely. The once apprehensive, standoffish woman now seemed more comfortable and relaxed, more welcome to the idea of providing the two adventurers with some guidance and information - and direction. Nari shifted as the idea of changing the appearance of the route towards the village was explained, trying to decipher how they could help. It was only once Ureka had finished speaking, that she herself spoke up, her voice carry a tone of curiosity and surprise as she attempted to reword everything she'd just heard. "So the pla

She was quick to check herself over, noting that she had - somehow - escaped relatively unharmed. A small sliver of her health had been cut where she'd slammed into the side of a collection of benches. Or rather, what had once been benches, but had now been reduced to little more than a pile of scrap wood beneath her form. Pushing herself upright and to her feet, she gave a quick nod towards Morningstar, her voice slightly shaken as she spoke. "Yeah...I'm fine, although I'd prefer not to go through that again if there's the option to avoid it." She followed as the blonde turned and left

"Heh? Uh-no, nono! No, I chose it because, well, you know..." She found herself suddenly flustered as she tried to correct the idea that had clearly passed through Freyd's mind. While there may have been a small amount of truth behind it, she knew that she hadn't made her entire decision based on the swordswoman they were thinking of, nor did she want anyone thinking she'd been pressured into it either. "I did like being a blacksmith, but also...there was a need for performers, and yeah some people waste them more than others, but I did it...because I wanted to be a help. Although I'm not sure

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It had always felt nice to return to the rhythm of work. The way in which a song came together, a collection of notes and sounds brought into existence. Something about it had always appealed to Nari - a way to tell her story, even if it was nothing more than the repetition of many other musicians before her. There was always a personal level to it, but she found herself thinking that there was more to it than that - a way in which each individual voice brought it's own touch to it. It's own version, and story, to the words brought to life.

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The room had been quiet for far too long, and Nari found herself wondering why she'd even returned. Time and again she'd found herself coming back here after hiatus, uncertain that she still belonged, and yet welcomed by the calmness of it all. If there was one constant in her world, one thing that had remained since her inception into Aincrad, it was the rooms that had provided her a location to produce her talents. "One more time...just one more time..." She stroked the piano with loving hands, a soft smile touching her face as Mio settled onto the floor not far away, his beady eyes w