<em><strong>~Balfurt Park~</strong></em><br/><br/>Seated upon one of the park benches was a woman in a white dress, legs crossed at the ankles over her white heels.  She strummed a golden harp with music almost as beautiful as the morning's greeting warmth.  Her purse lay at her side, curled slightly open and with a small note "Tips welcome" stuck safety-pinned just above the strap.  People smiled to her as they walked by, sometimes dropping bits of loose change into her purse as praise for the music.  She simply smiled to each, letting her song be heard.<br/><br/>Arathel liked to spend a few hours each day playing.  Once he'd learned that people would give tips, it was a simple matter to choose a public place, but it was all the same to him.  It was just too much in his very nature to play, to let the songs be heard and enjoyed.  He didn't really need the money, but there was always someone that did, or something that he might need later on.