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Breton
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"You're tired, aren't you?" Anedra asked her father, rubbing his shoulder with her hand which was closest to him. The elderly man nodded, standing shakily up. "Tell me if you need anything?" she said, a smile tugging at her lips as he limped towards the bedroom. She sighed, picking up her lute as he closed the door and disappeared into the room.
Now she played a different tune, it was a bright medley, but had heart piercing moments as well - she'd written it herself, when he mother died. There weren't any words, unlike most songs played on the lute, but in the Nord's opinion, it didn't need any words. Tapping her foot to the rhythm, her brown furrowed, remembering the harsh times she'd been through in the past years.
Blinking, she looked around, seeing that the man she'd spoken to earlier was now gone. Her lips twisted together as she lifted her hand to brush her loose, straight hair out of her eyes.
"You're tired, aren't you?" Anedra asked her father, rubbing his shoulder with her hand which was closest to him. The elderly man nodded, standing shakily up. "Tell me if you need anything?" she said, a smile tugging at her lips as he limped towards the bedroom. She sighed, picking up her lute as he closed the door and disappeared into the room.
Now she played a different tune, it was a bright medley, but had heart piercing moments as well - she'd written it herself, when he mother died. There weren't any words, unlike most songs played on the lute, but in the Nord's opinion, it didn't need any words. Tapping her foot to the rhythm, her brown furrowed, remembering the harsh times she'd been through in the past years.
Blinking, she looked around, seeing that the man she'd spoken to earlier was now gone. Her lips twisted together as she lifted her hand to brush her loose, straight hair out of her eyes.