tiny little box wrote:Lyra♬♪♬♪♬♪♬♪♬♪♬♪♬♪♬♪♬♪♬♪♬♪♬♪♬♪♬♪♬♪♬♪♬♪♬♪♬♪♬♪♬♪♬♪♬♪♬♪The snow flurries across the empty park,most viscets wouldn't be this crazy to be out here in the freezing cold but not Lyra.She made a promise to come here every Thursday night sharp at 8:00 at night,No matter what.Lyras eyes didn't raise from the light layer of of frosted winter,her own mane letting off a soft light glow on the snow.She tugged the little little wagon that carried her golden but cracked harp.The only sounds of the eight O'clock night had to offer was the creaky wheels of the wagon and the soft thumping of her paws.
After a brisk walk and a tug through the park she made it to her special spot.In it's snow covered beauty was the worn gazebo.The faint memories of her watching bands playing on it was starting to fade from her mind.How long has it been since she sat beside the once white gazebo and watch as the other adult viscets play there amazing art.A thin paper like smile shown on her face as she hauled the the cracked harp onto the cracked stage.She sighed softly and fiddled with the strings.The manes glow licking up the sides of the gazebo with a soft glow that sent shadows in every which way.She let out a sigh and closed her eyes to Imagine a crowd that she knew would never be here.She plucked a couple stings,hearing the sweet notes prick to her ears.She let out a misty breath and let the overwhelming silence fill her.
She plucked the one of the strings,letting the note hang in the air before letting
her hands wander the harp.Her fingers dancing like a gracful ballerina.She opened her eyes to watch her paws
pull back and forth through the many strings.She rapped the sides
of the harp ever so often in the middle of the song to create her own rhythmic beat.
Lyra already knew this song by heart but it didn't matter.Every note had to be perfect or
the song would sound bitter and incomplete to her precise ears
She sighed softly as the last of the notes were played, the little twinkles of notes fluttering freely
in the swirling snow.She looked up at the empty park but nearly
jumped out of her fur.
Instead of the usual empty and lifeless park there was a multicolored viscet standing in
from of the gazebo.What had really startled her was that she was clapping.Lyra nearly
dropped the harp but held on tightly.She looked at the strangely colorful viscet was
holding what appeared a sandwich bag.Was she just a hobo looking for something to
steal.The flames of her mane seemed to grow a little,looking away bash fully from
the viscet.
"Wow,where did you learn how to play like that" the other viscet said, a accent to
her voice
Lyra didn't respond,holding onto her tail.She cleared her throat a little bit."sorry,I
didn't think anybody would be out here in this cold weather" she mumbled out,picking
up the harp and setting it back in the wagon.The multicolored girl blinked back a
little bit before talking loudly to Lyra
"Aw come on,ya gotta play one more song,your uh..like one of those one viscet bands yes?"
She said,rolling her wrist around.Lyra didn't respond,looking a bit creeped out.The stranger
sighed and stuck out her paw to her."the names rice,lotta people call me puddin though"
she giggled a little bit.Lyra smiled at the name."rice" she said,testing the words out on her
tongue.She looked at the paw and took it in her own,shaking it slightly.
"Lyra.."
"oh my goodness" rice exclaimed,a goofy grin on her face.Lyra pulled back.
"I'm sorry what did I do wrong.?"
"No..no not at all it just.Your so warm"
Lyra just started at her,the flames on her mane flickering ever so brightly at the comment.
She shrugged a little."I rarely feel the cold..what are you doing" Lyra said.Rice had her paws
on Lyras cheeks,admiring the others flaming mane.Lyra was getting uncomfortable from the
touching and grabbed her hands,pulling the others paws in the pockets of the sweater she was
wearing."I really don't like to be touch..I can potentially burn someone" she said,pausing as
she spoke.Rice just looked at her,snorting slightly and moving her hands out of her pocket.
"well you didn't,and that's all that matters."
The two sat I silence for a second before rice spoke again.
"Can you play another song for me?"The Harp cover means a lot to her because it was one of the first songs that she completely mastered on the harp.To her the song is everything she could be but is to scared to do.Too scared to go out and travel the world,too scared to find love for herself^Art done by me^^art done by steampunkalec^Rice pudding owned by
This little viscet was based off of a cardinal, which is the first bird I think of when I think of winter :3 I hope you guys like them, and I hope you're enjoying all the new Winter traits so far <33 EDIT: Also as a note, if anyone wants a quick oekaki tutorial of how I did any part of this viscet, I can show them :3 Such as the fire design on the mane and such
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Mutation: Fire Mane- Event Rare
