Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26958589-20170220030946

"Don’t you hear the fond song, the sweet notes of the nightingale flow?"

A flute is not a difficult instrument to pack. It is sturdy. It has three pieces that slide apart with relative ease; no particular care needs to be given to prevent breakage. It should not take long to put a flute away and yet, without fail, Philomela was consistently the last person to leave orchestra rehearsals.

She found that the sudden quietness of the room following the scurry to leave to be a comforting lack of noise. Per her usual routine, it was one that allowed quiet contemplation as she broke apart her instrument and filed away her sheet music. Today was no different.

Though her actions and thoughts were no different, the same could not be said for the other student in the room. If today had of been 'no different' for them, then they would have ignored her. If today had of been 'no different' for them, then Philomela would not have heard their footsteps approaching her. And if today had of been 'no different' for them, then they certainly wouldn't have begun speaking to her... which they did. 