Draven stood up to his feet with the violin and its bow in his hands. He tilted his head a bit in thought before taking a deep breath.
With an uncertain hand, he positioned the violin under his chin and rested the bow on the strings. He made his first draw across the strings, producing a soft, hesitant sound.
Avelina cupped her hands together in deep anticipation. Her sparkling eyes were fixated on him, and she was biting her lower lip.
Draven glanced at her and slowly shut his eyes. He made yet another draw across the strings. The first note emerged, hesitant and trembling, but as he continued to play, the initial hesitancy faded. His movements grew more certain.
The beautifully haunting melody of the violin filled the room, carrying a mix of nostalgia and sorrow.
Avelina was left in an instant trance.
