The breathy music carried across the crowded room and pierced Taurin’s heart. He felt the notes rain down upon him, burning into his soul one by one. As each note faded away, Taurin felt a sadness descend at the loss—he wanted them to last forever. When the song ended, he found himself on the edge of his seat, eager for more.
The hint of a smile toyed around the edges of the bard’s mouth as he played another song. And another. And another. Each sounded more beautiful than the last. Taurin forgot his drink, his surroundings, himself. The only thing that existed was the bard and his lovely ethereal music.
Then the concert was over.
Amid a smattering of applause, the bard rose and left the room. Taurin felt as if he had just awakened from a dream so vivid, it seemed more real than his waking world, but he could only recall fragments and colors and faint, half-remembered sounds. “Where…” he began, looking around.