Her fingers gripped the bow tightly as she dragged it across her violin. The sounds of a simple melody played. For her, for Laine, this was her relaxation. This was her simple life. No violence, no pain, no worries. There wasn't a care in the world. There was just a girl and her violin.<br/><br/>Pushing back some of her red hair, Laine began playing an all too simple melody of her own design. She wasn't that great of a writer. It was far easier to read someone else's notes off a page. Not like anyone else would understand that. They just saw a girl with an instrument that couldn't make up her own music if she tried. That would be a far more simple life had she not been born the way she was.<br/><br/>The four wings upon her back fluttered with her thoughts. The black and orange limbs always seemed to mimic her emotions as a tail would on a cat. Laine had to constantly deal with the looks and whispers. To many, she was a freak, a weirdo. None of them would see her talent with the violin. They wouldn't see how full of emotion her gray-green eyes were. They would never understand how it was like being a genetic experiment.<br/><br/>Enough with negative thoughts though. Laine just let the music flow through her as she began to dance about in the private space. Just a girl and her violin without a care in the world.