<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>*hugs* Tankies Siaka, my first thread in awhile :3 Who: Agatharium Wearing: A black tanktop, and a pair of black jeans Timestamp: Tria (Summer), 81380 day 21</td></tr></table> Aga stared at the lush green all around her, taking in scents, and hearing sounds, it was all so peaceful, with no one to bother her. Perfect for flute practice. The soft melodies it churned up from the heart of everything just made her feel so alive. She climbed up a tree, carefully holding her flute case, and leaned again the sturdy trunk, while sitting on the large branch. She took a deep breath, opened the case, and put her flute together. The shining silver color shone even more greatly in the small shafts of sunlight that peered down in on her, and her flute, as if they had never seen one. Curious eyes of sunlight were all around her, and they made her feel welcome, welcome to play, relax, and all practice. "<span style='color:pink'>Nothing could ruin this</span>" she said under her breath, stroking her flute protectively. She blew into the flute, leting the notes dance in her mind, she knew what she was playing, and for a second she felt like a master, until her notes faltered. "<span style='color:pink'>Oh poo, I always mess up there</span>" she muttered, placing it back down. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Gah sort post, brain blockage</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Who: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=737Em</a> Wearing: Dark Denim Shorts, Black Camisole, Light Grey Hoodie.</td></tr></table> Em was looking for insperation. Not the kind that you use in your dime a dozen story, but the kind of insperation that took eight muses to come up with. This is what had brought her so far from Bhim, trying to find serenity and peace for a while, just to see if it would spark anything. She walked through the jungle, her bare feet not making a sound on the dirt as she kept her hears alert, occasionally flicking them when she thought she heard something, only to find that she had just imagined it. Somewhere off in the distance she swore she heard someone playing the flute. She wivled her ears, and the sound didn't disappear. Going off the trail she made her way to the sound. She stopped and tilted her head up, noting the figure in a tree not too far off, maybe thirty or so feet. The music faltered and stopped, there was a glint in the sunlight as the musician put the flute down. Em stepped out from behind her tree. <span style='color:FF0080'>Why did you stop?</span>
Startled when she heard someone talk, she almost fell out of the tree. Clutching her flute case shut as best she could to keep from hurting the flute and letting things fall out, she held onto the tree with her legs... though, she was upside down now. She carefully pulled herself back up. "<span style='color:pink'>Oh, uh hello, well, she, I stopped because I messed up, I'm not a master yet. So, I was going to get my book, but I forgot that I hadn't brought it, then you came along, you're not bothersome, oh no, you just startled me.</span>" she didn't want this new person to leave, but she felt she'd said too much there. She took the flute apart and put it away in it's case and climbed down and carefully walked over to Em, "<span style='color:pink'>Hi, I'm Agatharium, but you can just call me Aga.</span>" she smiled, trying to be friendly, since she hadn't expected anyone to show up in these parts.
Em put a paw to her mouth, she hadn't meant to spook the other thill. She waited patiently as Aga righted herself. Listening carefully as the teen rambled, she was rather endearing in her flustered state. Walking forward a bit more Em put out a paw. <span style='color:FF0080'>I'm afraid my name is a little unpronouncable, call me Em.</span> She said. She'd always loved musicians, being unable to play any instrument with the casual ease that others seemed to. It was fascinating to sit and watch them as well as listen. <span style='color:FF0080'>Well, if you are getting your book, do you mind if I listen?</span> She asked, the music had been much to her liking, as well as the thill's metallic eyes. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>It's so short T_T</td></tr></table>
