Vega had managed to settle down earlier. Now, she just wants to explore the school grounds on her own. 'Or rather, with someone else,' she thought. The girl was a bit hesitant, though, as she looked around. She has heard many, many things about the outside world, but nothing dreadful has happened. Yet. All her life, Vega has been sheltered and, thinking about it, she has missed it.
It has been a few months since the plague passed and it pained her to think about the dear friends she has lost. She chewed her bottom lip, subduing the tears that had forced their way to her different colored eyes. Wanting to force her mind to think about something else, Vega found an empty bench and sat, her hands itching to do something. Anything.
'Well, I have been holding out for this long.' At a flick of her wrist, a violin case appeared right next to her. Vega opened it and she was greeted with the usual, woody scent. The elders had rejected her request for a violin, but after begging for quite a while, she was able to get one. Though, once she got her hands on it, the coven hasn't been able to get enough of it. They loved it when she played her violin every night.The memory welled up tears. Vega shook her head, placed the violin in the crook of her neck, and held the bow. Taking a deep breath, she began playing. As she played, she closed her eyes. She had not noticed that she had let some tears fall.