<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Leith</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://images.sodahead.com/profiles/0/0/1/7/5/7/4/3/7/sigh-39513021111.jpeg)</div></div><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the  <br/>walls of the Hwarin Iire  <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raan, anyone <br/> outside </div>Plucked notes from a small harp floated through the air, almost masked by the sound of the river flowing in the distance. Sitting upon a rock at the riverbank, slender legs trailing in the water, Leith's nimble fingers danced over the strings of his harp flawlessly, playing a song so lovely that most living things couldn't help but stop and listen in awe. The pale, slender man was entirely nude, and shimmering with water as though he had just emerged from the river after a swim, the occasional drop falling from his dark, wavy hair or splashing from a harp string as it was plucked.<br/><br/>Leith's eyes were closed at first, merely enjoying the quiet peacefulness of the forest that bordered Cherrywood. He enjoyed the town, and occasionally he ventured into it. It was close to the river, his home, and people came through frequently, meaning that there were often new ears to hear his music. However, he normally didn't play in this area - near the building with the tall fence and walls. For some reason, this building made him sad, though he didn't know why. There was something in the air around it, something intangible. He had thus far never ventured too close to it, and it was fairly uncommon for him to linger in this particular bend of the river.<br/><br/>Eventually, his eyes opened, though he didn't stop playing, looking up towards that fence, which he now supposed looked more like a cage. Perhaps that's why it made him sad. His song reflected his feelings, becoming slower and more melancholy, though he made no effort to move to a new area just yet.