[audio: A park in Central] After hours in Central

[browncoatdevil]

There was one thing that seemed to be missing from Taxon aside from animals, normal sky, and, well, the freedom to leave. Music- even when aboard her ship out in the black she'd sometimes pull the old fiddle out of hiding then sit alone in the cargo hold and play. Rare times she actually played to an audience where mostly it was in a pub and she was half drunk. Which really made trying to play more interesting as well as more of a challenge. If her mom had known that she had taken the classical training she had and turned it in the mountain music she'd heard played on Verbena no doubt she would have discontinued her daughters lessons.

So having found a place in the middle of the city with a replicated fiddle in hand the Captain discarded her coat then rolled up her sleeves. In the process her tablet had kicked on, the audio streaming live to everyone who would want to listen. Gwen didn't know else she wouldn't have picked up the fiddle then bow denying those willing the music of the future. Yes, folks. the music has really changed that much.