Chapter 4
Ruby's POV
Angelica volunteered to walk me back to my dorm after my classes. When I told her she didn't have to she told me it was fine since her sister was my roommate and her dorm was next to mine. After she had partnered with me on our art project (the project being, we had to take inspiration from mythological creatures or fairy tales and turn our partner into the creature/fairy tale character we chose by drawing them as said character/creature,) she couldn't stop raving about it.
"I'm just so excited! I had hoped to do something cool but this is just awesome! I grew up reading myths and fairy tales and now I get to use that knowledge for inspiration!" She exclaimed.
"Yeah and maybe I'll find inspiration for my sewing course or possibly my new novel." I had been daydreaming and had accidentally said my thoughts aloud. As soon as I realized I had told her that I instantly panicked. "Please don't tell anyone." I added hastily. She smiled and nodded her understanding.
"Hey do you wanna hang out tomorrow and get started?" She asked.
"Sure!" I smiled and waved goodbye to her as I snuck back into my dorm. Peggy wasn't back from her classes yet so I sighed and pulled out my violin. Taking a deep breath I started to play.
Peggy's POV
Entering the dorm was like entering a festival. Lively music surrounded the dorm accompanied by a beautiful voice singing in a language I didn't know or understand. I lingered in the living room until last note faded and I stood in silence. I held my breath and walked to the room we shared. Opening the door I stood there, wide-eyed, staring at Ruby in awe. I had clearly startled her because as soon as she saw me she scrambled to put her violin away.
"You weren't supposed to be back until six!" She exclaimed.
"Look at the clock, It's six-thirty. I didn't know you could play." I inclined my head to the case she had hastily stuffed under her bed.
"Well I don't play in public, in-fact I rarely play at all anymore. My parents put me through multiple music lessons. I can play the flute, violin, guitar and piano. I can also sing in five different languages." She sighed and continued: "but I don't play for people, I'm very shy about my music and art."
"You play beautifully." I told her.
"T-thanks." She stuttered picking up some fallen papers, I bent down to help her, picking up a stack of papers.
"The Dark Veil?" I looked at her curiously.
"A novel I'm writing… please don't tell anyone, I like to remain basically invisible."
"I promise I won't tell anyone about the music, art of novel." I reassured her
Author's Note: "The Dark Veil" is an actual novel that I am currently writing. So If you are interested, here is a brief intro:
Faelyn Darkwind is an assassin who after just being saved from the gallows is trapped in a web of lies, scandal, lust, seduction, dark elves and fae. Other magical creatures to come. This is the first book.