The sky fell in icy sheets as rain beat down mercilessly upon the thatch roof on the large inn of Tanembir. Yet, there was a clear patch of cloudless night off to the far west, and that was what held Sorenna's gaze. Those nimbus-grey eyes stared mindlessly into the small hole in the clouds before they slid shut.
Her room was cluttered with several blank pieces of parchment and various instruments of her trade, a Bard. Lightning flashed twice in the sky and the clap of thunder was followed by a small cry of surprise from her. The rain battered upon the roof now, and unable to support the abuse of the angry deluge, a tiny leak had sprung and Sorenna received her second bath of the night.
A growl of exasperation was uttered as she moved her things from the window table to her desk. She looked up at the minuscule torn section of roof with a downtrodden sigh and stepped over the fireplace, looking into the crackling embers before reaching up and taking handfuls of her mahogany red hair. It really wasn't too long, it stopped at her chin but it was soaked and had to be wrung out. Water dripped onto the cinders as she squeezed and wrung her hands together and then she tossed her head back, slicking her damp hair behind her somewhat pointed ears.
Yes being a half-elf was hard. She had to fight to earn respect from the humans, and the pure elves she was bred from. Luckily though, she'd made fast friends with the innkeeper Thomar, and earned herself a permanent residence, so long as she writes one new song each month as rent and play it for his tenants.
However, this would be the second month she would have to owe Thomar. The temporal flow was against her. She'd lost herself in time ever since she met him. Fenrik was all she wanted in a man. He was funny, attractive, a superb hunter being a Ranger, and shy to a fault, but that was something she could forgive in him. It made him cute. She'd thought many times of writing a love ballad for him, but several reasons stopped her from even scribbling down a title.
For one, she didn't know if he felt the same way about her. He always seemed as if he saw her more as a best friend, or the sister he never had. And another thing stopping her was Thomar. He didn't think a love ballad would keep a crowd interested, so Sorenna was left with another month's work undone. She couldn't afford to have writers block for this month too and she had only a day left to finish and play her rent.
Right now however, there were more pressing matters like the leak in her room, so she swept up her tattered cloth bathrobe and slipped it over her shoulders.