There was something to be said of the tranquility of nature. Empatheias was not Earth. Of that, Kunzite was well aware for his intimate knowledge of the planet, but there were similarities between the two planets' environments that inspired him to abandon cobbled streets, sprawling structures, and high walls in search of a particular flavor of quiet in which to crack open the pages of the texts he had thought to collect in the wake of his exposure to Sir Pennybags' quest and a number of curious local developments, customs, and festivities. It was his understanding, after all, that he would be serving as a temporary resident of this strange, new planet for an unknown period of time. Naturally, the thought had followed that it would prove beneficial were he to learn more about the world in which he had found himself. That it might serve as a reprieve from recurring tumultuous thoughts and emotions stemming from circumstances present and pending upon his return to Earth was somewhat grudgingly counted in favor.
So it was that Kunzite found himself searching for a familiar experience not too far from Lake Niras. He searched for it in the wind, the swaying trees, the dance of each individual blade of grass, the scent of foreign earth, in the very water from shimmer and shine to the flow, and found his breathing calm, more genuinely level than he had felt it in some time. His steps led him into that still, that quiet beauty that invoked in him memories of a time long ago that seemed like it was only yesterday, of a place more brilliant and beautiful than Empatheias could hope to be in his eyes, and within that place, a familiar... sound?
Placing his hand upon the trunk of a tree he had been set to pass, he paused as the swell of notes from the violin gently caught his ears, and just as his eyes found the source within the clearing upon which he'd stumbled. A brief moment of apprehension saw a small burst of ice fan out sharply from beneath his fingertips and scale the tree's trunk, but that apprehension is there and gone as he observes the music and its origin. Truly, the young violinist was a vision of beauty and elegance. This moment was likely intended to be a private one by his reckoning, but he couldn't quite bring himself to move from the place he'd come to occupy as he marveled for his recognition of the tangible power of expression in the young woman's music, how her very emotions transformed the world around her as she played. Emotions that swelled with a depth well beyond that of the lake's waters, it felt in some way like an invitation to shrug off worries and anxieties and returned to him more fully that calm, that sense of peace he had started to come into for memories of happy days long past. A sense of peace and a small happiness in a moment of relaxation expressed itself in the form of a soft, vibrating warmth that spread from him in turn throughout the area, adding a pale, pink hue to the strengthening shine of the grass and water as he continued to listen.
It was only after the song drew to a close that Kunzite spoke, minding his distance out of respect.
"My apologies," he said, offering the young woman a generous inclination of his head out of that same respect and a sense of humble gratitude. "I didn't mean to intrude. Even so, your music was truly beautiful."
A.
So it was that Kunzite found himself searching for a familiar experience not too far from Lake Niras. He searched for it in the wind, the swaying trees, the dance of each individual blade of grass, the scent of foreign earth, in the very water from shimmer and shine to the flow, and found his breathing calm, more genuinely level than he had felt it in some time. His steps led him into that still, that quiet beauty that invoked in him memories of a time long ago that seemed like it was only yesterday, of a place more brilliant and beautiful than Empatheias could hope to be in his eyes, and within that place, a familiar... sound?
Placing his hand upon the trunk of a tree he had been set to pass, he paused as the swell of notes from the violin gently caught his ears, and just as his eyes found the source within the clearing upon which he'd stumbled. A brief moment of apprehension saw a small burst of ice fan out sharply from beneath his fingertips and scale the tree's trunk, but that apprehension is there and gone as he observes the music and its origin. Truly, the young violinist was a vision of beauty and elegance. This moment was likely intended to be a private one by his reckoning, but he couldn't quite bring himself to move from the place he'd come to occupy as he marveled for his recognition of the tangible power of expression in the young woman's music, how her very emotions transformed the world around her as she played. Emotions that swelled with a depth well beyond that of the lake's waters, it felt in some way like an invitation to shrug off worries and anxieties and returned to him more fully that calm, that sense of peace he had started to come into for memories of happy days long past. A sense of peace and a small happiness in a moment of relaxation expressed itself in the form of a soft, vibrating warmth that spread from him in turn throughout the area, adding a pale, pink hue to the strengthening shine of the grass and water as he continued to listen.
It was only after the song drew to a close that Kunzite spoke, minding his distance out of respect.
"My apologies," he said, offering the young woman a generous inclination of his head out of that same respect and a sense of humble gratitude. "I didn't mean to intrude. Even so, your music was truly beautiful."