For once in a long while, the sun had shined
without interference from the clouds. The sky never seemed so blue. How
often was it that such beauty could be seen just by simply looking up?
There were no birds, although. None took flight in these areas, as if
the town's poverty drove away even the birds. Still, it was well known
that the paupers here would willingly kill a pigeon for food was rather
scarce in these parts.
En's eyes, a strong contrast than the clear sky, were colored dark gray, like a foreboding storm carrying lightning in its clouds. Those storm gray orbs watched the sky with no particular interest, not because there was nothing better to do, but instead, the sky was used as a scene that didn't hold any reminder of the starvation people readily suffered. Looking down was too dark for anyone to bear.
En was not like those poor people who populated the streets, but neither was En familiar with the luxury of a fine home. Clothing the being was mismatched fabrics, nothing of real value, something purchased off these streets, most likely. But upon that head was lavender hair cropped short like most boys around the area. Windblown, it looked as if it hadn't been combed, and was in desperate need of one.
Today, En's eyes twitched with annoyance, ears constantly exposed to that Koto music which seemed to flow from the girl who played across the street. It wasn't considered music, no matter how well the girl had played. En's storm gray eyes finally jerked over to the instrument with all the intention to kill.
Finally, En rose from the crate which occupied this rather skinny body, and the ground between both the Koto player and En was quickly covered. However, it seemed someone had beaten En to the kill. It was another poor man, who had paid the girl with coins, seemingly infatuated with the music. With a growl, En came up from behind him and dropped in a few silver coins into the hat shortly after Victor had requested a second hearing.
"How about this? I'll pay you to stop. And maybe you can use it to buy a better sounding instrument." The exact words that left out of En's mouth, empty of any remorse a human being would pay to a pauper like her.
En's eyes, a strong contrast than the clear sky, were colored dark gray, like a foreboding storm carrying lightning in its clouds. Those storm gray orbs watched the sky with no particular interest, not because there was nothing better to do, but instead, the sky was used as a scene that didn't hold any reminder of the starvation people readily suffered. Looking down was too dark for anyone to bear.
En was not like those poor people who populated the streets, but neither was En familiar with the luxury of a fine home. Clothing the being was mismatched fabrics, nothing of real value, something purchased off these streets, most likely. But upon that head was lavender hair cropped short like most boys around the area. Windblown, it looked as if it hadn't been combed, and was in desperate need of one.
Today, En's eyes twitched with annoyance, ears constantly exposed to that Koto music which seemed to flow from the girl who played across the street. It wasn't considered music, no matter how well the girl had played. En's storm gray eyes finally jerked over to the instrument with all the intention to kill.
Finally, En rose from the crate which occupied this rather skinny body, and the ground between both the Koto player and En was quickly covered. However, it seemed someone had beaten En to the kill. It was another poor man, who had paid the girl with coins, seemingly infatuated with the music. With a growl, En came up from behind him and dropped in a few silver coins into the hat shortly after Victor had requested a second hearing.
"How about this? I'll pay you to stop. And maybe you can use it to buy a better sounding instrument." The exact words that left out of En's mouth, empty of any remorse a human being would pay to a pauper like her.
