Snippet #1779696

Lucas stepped out of the tavern, letting out a bellowing laugh as he did so. The other patrons he had been drinking with wanted to partake in the festivities in the middle of town. Lucas begrudgingly left his nice warm spot and moved with the crowd, telling them amusing stories of his work whilst they walked. In the village music echoed through the open air, people danced and sang in the streets.
Lucas hung back whilst the rest of his crowd began clapping in beat to the ocarina tune and dragging various women from the side lines to dance the night away with them. Lucas did not join in such festivities usually, a negative effect of living life as a smuggler, Lucas found it hard to step into any kind of spot light, he did not like to be the focus of any type of crowd. He simply stood among the on lookers, occasionally smiling to a passerby or sipping his mug of Ale.
Lucas gave special attention to the young girl playing the ocarina, she had sat upon the well quite innocently and seemed to play quite passionately. Lucas examined her movements, intrigued by her ability to make Kakariko come alive again.
“Our beauty is in the music we create” Lucas smiled to himself.
He continued to gaze at the young girl casually as the world danced around him.
“I wonder if she knows anything about lutes...” Lucas asked himself quietly.
A young girl suddenly grabbed his arm, she wanted to dance with him. Lucas protested immediately, claiming she was too young and it wouldn’t be proper. But he found himself being urged on by the crowd itself and before he knew it he had put down his mug of ale and was spinning round with the young girl. Despite all this he couldn’t remove his eyes from the young girl sat upon the well playing her ocarina. He found something mesmerizing about her, something that made him feel somewhat uncomfortable. He found himself admiring her, enjoying her music. It was a feeling he did not enjoy, an awkward feeling that made him leave the dance and return to his ale.
He was getting carried away, dancing, enjoying music and distracted by talented girls. It was not Lucas’s way, it was not the way a Smuggler should conduct himself. He slinked back into the crowd and retrieved his mug of ale. Lucas stood amongst the people once more and watched as they danced and played music together. He smiled to himself, better to let the others have fun. He found it just as enjoyable, but still his gaze lay upon the talented girl, something about her was just so...intriguing.