>>5402504>>5402504Playing her song around the crowd after being finished with her duties, Cindy downed her art costume and began to dance and sing in front of her live audience. Zhafira found joy in her art, but her actor knew that it would not last, as fading as the smiles on each man, woman and child cheering onto her.
All of them had their lives to go back to, this was merely a distraction, something to keep their minds occupied to forget about their suffering.
It lacked the importance of the menial jobs, and the success of the art made by aristocrats.
Guts wasn't even hearing it, he was merely protecting her from onlookers as Isidro played around at the plaza. Schierke left to gaze at ships she saw for the first time The drunkards might have stopped fighting, but they would go back to it once it all ceased.
When was the time art did more than distract?
"I'd rr-r-r-ecognize this music anywhere..." The stuttering boy interrupted the melody. Cindy could not believe her eyes as the familiar hooded boy appeared from the crowd. "This is the opening start to Rosy Rose's story, isn't it?"
"B-Benny?!" Cindy smiled harder than Zhafira ever could. What sort of miraculous power source managed to lead them together.
"S-S-S-Sis! I--ii-i-it's really you! But how are you--"
"It does not matter." Cindy briefly stops her performance, answering herself moreso than Benny. "Art has kept us together, and that's all that matters for the time being."
As she skipped the mention of The Mandragoran essence keeping her life on a stopwatch, so did he skip the mention of the Band Of The Falcon leading him there, swiftly approaching the child after following his stumbled rush.
"He sure runs fast for a disabled kid...." Mule gets off from his horse, with a curious Sonia swerving past him to speak with another magic user not too far from them.
"Excuse me, kind stranger. Would you happen to know one who goes by the name of Vlad Santana? He also goes by the name of Phantom Impaler."
"It depends on who's asking. Do you wish to--" Guts replied camly, until seeing Griffith's Emblem onto the child soldier's armor, making him quickly lift the boy up by the collar and almost blast his head into pieces.
"ARE YOU AN APOSTLE AS WELL?!"
"N-NO SIR! I AM ONLY SPREADING THE WORD OF LORD GRIFFITH TO THE WORLD! WE HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT FIGHT AGAINST THE KUSHAN AND RESTORE MIDLAND TO IT'S GLORY!" Mule pleadingly screams at Guts, drawing the attention of a staff knight, using a pair of feathers on his face to mimic his mustache.
"Who dares to disturb this peaceful reunion of siblings? Do you plan on slaying this poor child--" The man flinches after recognizing who he was speaking to.
"Do I know you?" Guts tilts his head, wondering if the man's voice sounded familiar.
"N-Not in the slightest, sir! But please, I advice you to let go of this child."
Guts drops Mule off to the floor as he falls, merely giving him words of advice after calming himself down:
