Savory 36

Savory-spice, interest

Kaito's Pov

Everyone had taken their seats in the auditorium, everyone was accounted for. Isabelle and Hakuba sat to my right by the isle, Aoko was to my left and next to her was Keiko and Akako.

The lights dimmed, the crowd cheered. Out onto the stage stepped a small figure, it was that girl, but her hair fell down just below her shoulders styled in vintage hollywood curls. She carried with her a violin the bow was in her left hand rather than her right. She raised her hand and the cheering stopped leaving silence in its wake. She had a kind of beauty that was shrouded in elegance and mystery.

She reached into her pocket and thrusted a handful of something out onto the stage. They dropped onto the stage making a soft tapping sound, A sound no one but her should've been able to hear. The sound was similar to that of throwing a handful of wooden beads onto the floor. Swiftly she lifted up her violin and bow preparing to play.

"I welcome you all to the mind scape," she announced confidently.

She struck a note and then another, her bow gilded gracefully perfectly choreographed with a downcast song. The tapping sound came again this time with no beads to accompany it. I caught a glance of Hakuba sitting next to me gocking at the ceiling. I glanced up at whatever Hakuba was looking at.

I was immediately struck with awe, above head grey clouds swirled outward in a vast vortex. A warm drop hit my forehead another on my hand. There was no actual water but it felt as though it was raining. A bright flash tore through the clouds followed shortly by a fierce roar. I stared at the girl on that stage despite the mood of the song she gleefully sawed away, smiling at the stunned crowd. Her song shifted to something more cheerful, and as it did the "rain" lessened and vanished completely. Whatever she had thrown to her feet began to move. Her song had changed to a waltz, all around her small plants began to grow. Green branches spread out their weary arms across the stage and into the isles. These plants sprouted from the entrances as well. When they came close enough, I could see, wild roses. Yes wild roses, small buds hid amongst the leaves and branches. They spread open introducing their fragrance to all of those there. Roses are closely related to the raspberry, in fact they often smell like fruit, this was more clear to me now than ever.

The room filled with the smell of peaches, cherries, fresh vanilla, and raspberries.

Rose stopped playing, but the flowers remained. She let the violin in her hand down by her side,"People often tell me I copy Gunther Von Goldberg. I really don't, my show's much more interesting because it always encompasses a story," She said. Rose took several paces toward the audience,"Sit back and let the evening unfold her weary song. Let us wander through the hazy line that divides past and present," She twirled the violin and bow making them vanish,"Let us go back and take a look at what we missed."

She reached out her hand, a glowing red ring formed around it as she turned it counter clockwise. As though we were traveling back in time the scene replayed in reverse, Rose had split off in two, one from the past and from the present. The scene stopped moving right before Past Rose came onstage.

Current Rose snapped her fingers, the ground around us had shifted to a well groomed hillside coated in grass and moss. On stage a small Tudor cottage appeared. The music began again but accompanied by many other instruments. The rain came again but near one entrance were two figures, they looked like Isabelle and Saguru. Saguru wore a black tweed jacket, a white button down, grey waistcoat, black slacks, and a black tweed flat cap. Isabelle wore a light pink linen skirt that came down to her feet, a white ruffled blouse, and a brown tweed waistcoat. Isabelle carried a basket filled with rose hips that spilled out as she ran. The two ran hand in hand to the small cottage, seeking shelter under the awning by the door.

The two went inside the light visible through the windows. The colour of the clouds became more orange and red, signifying that the sun was setting.

The rain stopped and the two who were in the house stepped out onto the porch. The clouds blew over revealing the stars. The couple took each other by the hand and began to dance. Both perfectly in time with one another, slowly drifting apart and together stars brightened and dimmed in time with their steps. Wherever they trod roses grew covering the hillside with lush plant life. A soft wind blew through the valley carrying the fragrant scent and swaying the roses with it.

I looked over at Saguru, his face was tinted with blush, his eyes were wide and filled with both curiosity and wonder. He held Isabelle's hand, she looked at him and smiled.

The image faded with the music, it's amazing to think that something like this is possible.

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