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The streetmusicans song had lured Senritsu like a child following the Pied Piper through the crowd to where the group had build up their instruments.
A small crowd had gathered around the Musicans, it were only a few people, in the busy town people had not much time for Music and because of this the young woman was just even more eagerly to listen to the streetmusicans. Nimbly Senritsu stepped between them, letting the Heartbeats of the crowd and the songs of the Musicans wash over her like a warm springrain. Automatically the young woman put down her Rucksack and started to sway her head from one side to another, moving after the sweet melody that filled her ears. When the first song ended, a long note danced in the air before the sounds of the city around them swallowed the last melody eagerly like a hungry mouth. A few people on the crowd left, but Senritsu only grabbed in her shirts pocket and threw a few coins in the violincoffin the Musicans had set up for givings before she returned to her place in the crowd. It was a bright day, hot even, and the silver coins looked white under the sun as if melting in the heat.
After a few hushed words between the streetmusicans, in the young womans much too keen ears as loud as screams, they started to play another song that soon drowned the noises of the city around them.
Senritsu closed her eyes, listening, leaning from one leg to another, humming along contently with this song and even the following song.
In the tact of the current song another melody mixed, a Heartbeat that played along it, danced between the rhythmn of the instruments, swirled Sampre Dolce between the Musicnotes.
Blinking owlishly Senritsu promptly turned her head.
In the blink of an eye she met the gaze of a blonde boy who had crouched down beside her bag.
In the blink of an eye she heard the blonde boys intention in his Heartbeat.
In the blink of an eye, just in the manner of a second, the young woman said, gently, soft, but with a almost maternal sternness: “Don´t, little one.”
Then the second ended, the boy grabbed Senritsus Rucksack and nimble like a mouse jumped up to dash down the street into the twisted guts of the city that were the contorted alleys. Senritsu clenched her teeth and, a lot of slower, so much slower, pushed herself past the crowd to go after the boy while she swore she could hear her once shattered and grown back differnetly bones moan in agony over the sudden movements. The boy was already out of her sight when she reached the entrance to the alley and ran- or in her case hasty waddled- into the labyrinth that were the alleys in the town, but she could hear his runningpattern, his breathing, his heartbeat echo from the walls even at the distance as if he was standing right before her.
And Senritsu could still hear the boys individual runningpattern and the tact of his raspy breathing as fast as a haunted rabbit, when she turned around a corner and suddenly stood before a wall.
The Musican blinked owlishly, a soft frown drew a long line between her big eyes. Like a confused bird the young woman tilted her head to the side as she slowly, her deformed legs throbbing painfully, walked back to the last corner she had rounded around. With the boys individual walkingpattern- now he was walking, she noticed,as her rucksack was a little too heavy for him as he was limping under the unfamiliar weight - she turned to the first person the Musican
“..you do not happen to have seen a blonde boy ran past you? This tall?”, Senritsu lifted her small hand a little over her own head.