Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160128011802/@comment-27968758-20160128202048

Ki'Nai continued to play, now slowing and lengthening the tones. He played what he felt as he imagined he felt when looking at memories of his past. These memories were the life blood to his music.

He was imagining and remembering his pilgrimage to High Hrothgar. The slow trek through whipping winds and breath taking views. He played to this. A tear almost came to his eye, but he settled for a smile as he played on.