Snippet #1922980

Rolland seemed to be in that trance-like stage for many hours, or at least that's how he felt like. He simply waltzed in his bubble of pure bliss, oblivious to the shifting world around him. He hums, and plays, twisting and turning through the tall trees of the Rose Forest, the Ballroom only a small dot on the horizon. Two red splotches dart on his cheeks as he floats around alongside his memories, his eyes darting back and forth under his eyelids. A purple shock seems to buzz for a second over the purple rose tattoo on the top of his left hand, strands of his hair floating upwards. For a moment, the violin seemed to screech to a stop when he hears some shouting and voices. Rolland freezes in his tracks, looking around, seeing two other individuals shouting and talking to each other, the air of the area tense. He shakes as he starts to turn back, but to his dismay the Ballroom is unable to be seen. He turns around and quickly hides behind a tree, eyeing the two individuals talking to each other, afraid to move. He holds the tree, his eyes peeking over the trunk, looking at the two, one a woman, the other a man. The woman seemed to have a spear, his eyes widening slightly, hoping that he may not enter the fray himself. He waits, nervously shuddering.