Pierro walked down the snow covered streets quietly, soft whispers of chatter being heard as people pass him by. He didn’t care about the people around him as he walked, too wrapped up in his own thoughts. He was in the midst of clearing his head from a previous meeting he had with the Harbingers, all of them constantly talking over each other and arguing as per usual. He was admittedly sick of it, and if he could toss them out, he would. But unfortunately, he couldn’t if he wanted to be spared of the Tsaritsa’s wrath.

As he walked, the soft sound of music entered his ears and saw a small crowd gathering around a street corner. He walked over and made his way to the front, seeing who was creating the music. You were the center of attention for the crowd, a violin sat on your shoulder as you gently ran the bow over the strings to create a pitch perfect melody. Your fingers meticulously pressed the strings on the neck of your instrument to create the perfect melody, the ornate decorations of your already elegant outfit gently swayed with an oncoming breeze.

As the medleys came to an end and the crowd dispersed, Pierro lingered a little longer. He watched as you knelt down and began putting your violin back in its case gingerly. He silently observed you a moment longer before finally clearing his throat to gain your attention.