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"So wait, everything's...different now?"
Money unfortunately determines much more than it should, and due to that those with Daddy's money are getting the spots and positions they want, and truly talented individuals without much money are being left in the dust.
"All right, another day, another...*sigh*" Emil Ivoire wasn't one of these rich kids. He was a talented musician, especially with string instruments, but he'd gambled his wellbeing on being part of an orchestra. He'd lost the gamble, and had been unemployed for so long that he could no longer pay the bills. Improper investment led to his house being foreclosed and Ivoire being kicked to the streets with little more than the clothes on his back and his favorite instrument, a small harp. While Ivoire was responsible for his own downfall, he wanted another shot, as he'd learned from his naïveté. Unfortunately, that shot would likely not happen anytime soon.
Emil, an attractive young man with flowing hair who definitely looked the part of at the very least a lottery winner, put his harp away and stood up from his bench with his day's take. He stopped to check the day's take, counted it, and smiled. It was a pretty decent take, actually.
He'd been doing this on the streets for two very long months, and as such he was unfortunately used to this life. Emil had found an old mattress in a back alley, and was returning there when he stopped dead in his tracks, this time in reaction to something. He really felt like he was being watched. It was...weird. Suddenly, he saw something small and purple zip past him, turning off into another alley perpendicular to the one he was in.
"WOAH!" Emil glanced around, wondering if anyone else had seen it. A few passersby were peeking their heads into the alley Emil was standing in, having presumably seen it out of the corner of their eyes, but they all shrugged and left within a few seconds. Emil, on the other hand, was curious, and went to investigate, taking his money and his harp with him.
"Hmm...I should have Dolly fix my dress...", he heard a voice say. It was that of a young girl, though he couldn't discern much more. Even more curious, he slowly snuck down the adjacent alley, turned a corner, and was surprised to find a girl, maybe eight or nine, in a jester outfit of all things. It was an absurd outfit, but a cute one, with massive yellow buttons and a jester's cap. Her hair was a light lavender, and there were red bows in her hair. She seemed to be looking for something or someone.
"Uh, hey are you all right?" The girl turned around, much too happy for her own good.
"Oh, hello!", she said.
"Uh, hey. Quite the outfit you have there, you know?"
"Yep! It was knitted for me by Dolly!"
"Who's Dolly?", Emil asked. This little girl really unsettled him.
"Oh, she's the best! She's kind and she loves the arts! Knitting, music...if you ever see her around, she has long hair, a top hat, a large bow, a lovely dress with gloves..." This piqued his interest. This girl sounded very rich. Maybe if he showed her his musical talent she'd throw him some money, maybe even become a patron.
"I'm a musician myself. Do you think she'd be interested in listening to me?" The little girl was a little puzzled.
"I believe she'll love it, but it depends on the instrument. What do you play?", she responded inquisitively.
"I play the harp...well, the lyre to be exact." The girl's eyes opened WIDE, and a huge smile appeared on her face. She was extremely excited.
"The harp! Dolly has a friend named Margaret with pointy ears and a beautiful dress and peach hair who plays the harp really well! She's really nice, and her sister's also really nice!" Emil smiled. The pointy ears sounded very strange, but he wanted to meet this Margaret. Maybe she'd be a patron.
"Awesome. Do you know where she is?"
"Not at the moment. I was actually looking for Margaret's sister, Daria! Dolly heard that Daria hasn't seen Margaret in a very long time, and wants to surprise her! I thought I saw something belonging to Margaret around here, and I wanted to tell Daria, but she's not around...Oh dear, Dolly will get mad at me if I'm out much longer. I should go! Good luck!" The girl then zipped by Emil at high speed. She almost didn't seem to be walking. But Emil was tired and it was late, so he brushed it off. Even still, he wanted to know where this girl was going, as he was still convinced that this Dolly would be an excellent patron. He turned the same corner he thought she'd rounded and ran down the alley, but the little girl wasn't there. He looked around some of the adjacent cutthroughs for the next couple minutes, but she was nowhere to be found. Eventually, Emil gave up and ran back to his mattress, where he saw something very...bizarre.
"Is that a harp?" Atop his mattress was a harp, in excellent condition, seemingly having just been made. It had a note attached to it by a bit of yarn.
Property of Margaret
"Oh wow, this thing is Margaret's harp! It’s...it's truly lovely. Must be very expensive. I should find that girl again." Emil put his harp down, picked up the new harp and was just about to set out to find the girl when the overwhelming urge to play the harp overcame him. And so he began to strum the strings. They sounded very well kept and all in all the music created was gorgeous. He played for a few minutes, during which he couldn't help but notice that his body was heating up. Eventually, he had to stop, and he put the harp back onto the mattress. However, his body just continued to heat up.
"Wh...what the!?" His body was so hot that, if it were possible for his insides to sweat they would. A bizarre white light began to shine from the harp's tuner, and as it did so his body began to cool a little bit (he was still uncomfortable, but not AS), but it also began to alter, right there, right then.
Money unfortunately determines much more than it should, and due to that those with Daddy's money are getting the spots and positions they want, and truly talented individuals without much money are being left in the dust.
"All right, another day, another...*sigh*" Emil Ivoire wasn't one of these rich kids. He was a talented musician, especially with string instruments, but he'd gambled his wellbeing on being part of an orchestra. He'd lost the gamble, and had been unemployed for so long that he could no longer pay the bills. Improper investment led to his house being foreclosed and Ivoire being kicked to the streets with little more than the clothes on his back and his favorite instrument, a small harp. While Ivoire was responsible for his own downfall, he wanted another shot, as he'd learned from his naïveté. Unfortunately, that shot would likely not happen anytime soon.
Emil, an attractive young man with flowing hair who definitely looked the part of at the very least a lottery winner, put his harp away and stood up from his bench with his day's take. He stopped to check the day's take, counted it, and smiled. It was a pretty decent take, actually.
He'd been doing this on the streets for two very long months, and as such he was unfortunately used to this life. Emil had found an old mattress in a back alley, and was returning there when he stopped dead in his tracks, this time in reaction to something. He really felt like he was being watched. It was...weird. Suddenly, he saw something small and purple zip past him, turning off into another alley perpendicular to the one he was in.
"WOAH!" Emil glanced around, wondering if anyone else had seen it. A few passersby were peeking their heads into the alley Emil was standing in, having presumably seen it out of the corner of their eyes, but they all shrugged and left within a few seconds. Emil, on the other hand, was curious, and went to investigate, taking his money and his harp with him.
"Hmm...I should have Dolly fix my dress...", he heard a voice say. It was that of a young girl, though he couldn't discern much more. Even more curious, he slowly snuck down the adjacent alley, turned a corner, and was surprised to find a girl, maybe eight or nine, in a jester outfit of all things. It was an absurd outfit, but a cute one, with massive yellow buttons and a jester's cap. Her hair was a light lavender, and there were red bows in her hair. She seemed to be looking for something or someone.
"Uh, hey are you all right?" The girl turned around, much too happy for her own good.
"Oh, hello!", she said.
"Uh, hey. Quite the outfit you have there, you know?"
"Yep! It was knitted for me by Dolly!"
"Who's Dolly?", Emil asked. This little girl really unsettled him.
"Oh, she's the best! She's kind and she loves the arts! Knitting, music...if you ever see her around, she has long hair, a top hat, a large bow, a lovely dress with gloves..." This piqued his interest. This girl sounded very rich. Maybe if he showed her his musical talent she'd throw him some money, maybe even become a patron.
"I'm a musician myself. Do you think she'd be interested in listening to me?" The little girl was a little puzzled.
"I believe she'll love it, but it depends on the instrument. What do you play?", she responded inquisitively.
"I play the harp...well, the lyre to be exact." The girl's eyes opened WIDE, and a huge smile appeared on her face. She was extremely excited.
"The harp! Dolly has a friend named Margaret with pointy ears and a beautiful dress and peach hair who plays the harp really well! She's really nice, and her sister's also really nice!" Emil smiled. The pointy ears sounded very strange, but he wanted to meet this Margaret. Maybe she'd be a patron.
"Awesome. Do you know where she is?"
"Not at the moment. I was actually looking for Margaret's sister, Daria! Dolly heard that Daria hasn't seen Margaret in a very long time, and wants to surprise her! I thought I saw something belonging to Margaret around here, and I wanted to tell Daria, but she's not around...Oh dear, Dolly will get mad at me if I'm out much longer. I should go! Good luck!" The girl then zipped by Emil at high speed. She almost didn't seem to be walking. But Emil was tired and it was late, so he brushed it off. Even still, he wanted to know where this girl was going, as he was still convinced that this Dolly would be an excellent patron. He turned the same corner he thought she'd rounded and ran down the alley, but the little girl wasn't there. He looked around some of the adjacent cutthroughs for the next couple minutes, but she was nowhere to be found. Eventually, Emil gave up and ran back to his mattress, where he saw something very...bizarre.
"Is that a harp?" Atop his mattress was a harp, in excellent condition, seemingly having just been made. It had a note attached to it by a bit of yarn.
Property of Margaret
"Oh wow, this thing is Margaret's harp! It’s...it's truly lovely. Must be very expensive. I should find that girl again." Emil put his harp down, picked up the new harp and was just about to set out to find the girl when the overwhelming urge to play the harp overcame him. And so he began to strum the strings. They sounded very well kept and all in all the music created was gorgeous. He played for a few minutes, during which he couldn't help but notice that his body was heating up. Eventually, he had to stop, and he put the harp back onto the mattress. However, his body just continued to heat up.
"Wh...what the!?" His body was so hot that, if it were possible for his insides to sweat they would. A bizarre white light began to shine from the harp's tuner, and as it did so his body began to cool a little bit (he was still uncomfortable, but not AS), but it also began to alter, right there, right then.
***
Despite not being as heated as it had been, Emil's body was still overheated and he was still uncomfortable. With the transformation under way, Emil's body became extremely soft and dainty. His hair slowly eked its way out of the body, dropping straight down to the ground, and all his flab, most of his muscle, and all of his fat turned to steam, which rose straight into his nostrils, calming him and confusing him slightly, so while he was still stressed out by this all, he was unable to show it. After the removal of all unneeded fat, hair and the sort, his body actually cooled down a bit.
"...What, what is...and it feels so good..." As an area was overtaken by the new feminine grace and beauty, which was spreading across Emil's body in the form of a ripple of perfect body temperature and all in all bliss, the areas began to cool down, though again only after they had been transformed. First up were the feet. The rims of the shoes peeled themselves outwards as the rest of the shoes squished in on Emil's feet, converting them into very thin feet, sleek, well balanced and soft. This was a painless motion, though it still felt strange.
The shoes were actually very beautiful light blue shoes made of an unknown, but relatively soft (as far as shoes went, they still had a strong base) material that likely would have glistened in the sun. Emil was just too disoriented to know what was going on. The transformation, of course, didn't wait for him to understand. Emil's old socks became a lovely pair of gentle, feathery stockings, and they traveled up his legs, taking out any remaining hair and crushing in any fat along the way. It even left souvenirs behind in the form of feather decorations at the back of the shoe. The heat vanished in his legs at this time, and it died down in the rest of the body.
"I’m...feeling better...but what the heck is going on?" The clothes were next up. Emil's pants shriveled and their composure changed into a sort of light silk, reminiscent of a petticoat. At the same time, his shirt turned a light blue and gained a decent frill to it, allowing the silk to attach itself to the very end and setting in motion the creation of what would soon be a lovely one piece. In the meantime, the warm feeling turned to cold down under, and in one very smooth and effective motion his genitals invert, releasing an incredible but rather brief wave of pure excitement that zipped through his undercarriage like an electric current. Simultaneously, his rear became a rather dainty, clean shaven and attractive piece of eye candy, and the opening of a slit solidified the switch below the belt. The body surprisingly knew exactly what to do in this situation, and it opened yet another slit in the back, and slowly began to form a female reproductive system.
Emil's clothes continued to alter. In a weird addition, short red leggings emerged from underneath the shirt, coming from a small pair of what could best be described as dress shorts that had formed in the meantime. The leggings sneaked their way under the stockings and lifted them up a little, coming to a stop near the ankle. To support the stockings, a sort of "skirt" of belts began encircling the lower waist. Though Emil wasn't sure where they came from, as the belts which made it up started from the back, the belts’ jobs were soon clear. A deep red extension to the belts started to jut out to the sides of them, the extension sporting links to secure the leggings in place. It seemed like a lot of material...but that was because it was...however, to spice things up, small flower decorations popped up on the belts with the purpose of adding a little more flair. The belts also violently snapped back Emil's hips and thinned his waist, though the whole buildup of material made this a little tough to notice at first. By this point, Emil's body had returned to its normal temperature entirely.
The periwinkle shirt ascended Emil's chest, making it daintier and daintier by the second to the point where 'his' belly button was clearly visible. A small sort of dress top, colored two shades of blue, the shades separated by a white hem, began to form and travel down towards Emil's rapidly expanding midriff, with a lovely necklace containing a blue jewel phasing into being with it. The dress top sprouted tassels atop the shoulders, which snapped forward, and sleeves emerged just below the tassels. To make the uniform even more complex and whoever made it look even more insane, these sleeves were brown coming from a green hem. A bra also appeared underneath the dress top, providing some comfort as Emil's new breasts began to press against the new clothing.
Emil's Adam's Apple began to retract straight back into the lower neck, and 'his' face began to feel very...off. It feminized, crushing inwards and becoming very soft, with 'his' eyes running through a roulette like an item box in Mario Kart before settling on a piercing shade of blue. Emil's ears felt even more off than the rest of 'his' body, as they actually extended outward and, with two small pricks, one after the other, became ears more fitting of an elf. Bizarrely, little lace designs began to wrap themselves around the ears, and while they were indeed very cute designs, this just made a complex outfit even more complex. Emil's hair turned a tannish apricot and it styled itself, lengthening by a considerable amount and flowing in several different directions. It actually took a minute to fully style, as it was just that complex a hairstyle, full of splits and tails, with several laces and flowery designs dotting 'his' hair. It was bizarre, but it was a beautiful hairstyle. To wrap up, the final addition was made: a crown like headpiece, its origin unknown, planted itself atop Emil's head. At last, this extremely long transformation was over.
Despite not being as heated as it had been, Emil's body was still overheated and he was still uncomfortable. With the transformation under way, Emil's body became extremely soft and dainty. His hair slowly eked its way out of the body, dropping straight down to the ground, and all his flab, most of his muscle, and all of his fat turned to steam, which rose straight into his nostrils, calming him and confusing him slightly, so while he was still stressed out by this all, he was unable to show it. After the removal of all unneeded fat, hair and the sort, his body actually cooled down a bit.
"...What, what is...and it feels so good..." As an area was overtaken by the new feminine grace and beauty, which was spreading across Emil's body in the form of a ripple of perfect body temperature and all in all bliss, the areas began to cool down, though again only after they had been transformed. First up were the feet. The rims of the shoes peeled themselves outwards as the rest of the shoes squished in on Emil's feet, converting them into very thin feet, sleek, well balanced and soft. This was a painless motion, though it still felt strange.
The shoes were actually very beautiful light blue shoes made of an unknown, but relatively soft (as far as shoes went, they still had a strong base) material that likely would have glistened in the sun. Emil was just too disoriented to know what was going on. The transformation, of course, didn't wait for him to understand. Emil's old socks became a lovely pair of gentle, feathery stockings, and they traveled up his legs, taking out any remaining hair and crushing in any fat along the way. It even left souvenirs behind in the form of feather decorations at the back of the shoe. The heat vanished in his legs at this time, and it died down in the rest of the body.
"I’m...feeling better...but what the heck is going on?" The clothes were next up. Emil's pants shriveled and their composure changed into a sort of light silk, reminiscent of a petticoat. At the same time, his shirt turned a light blue and gained a decent frill to it, allowing the silk to attach itself to the very end and setting in motion the creation of what would soon be a lovely one piece. In the meantime, the warm feeling turned to cold down under, and in one very smooth and effective motion his genitals invert, releasing an incredible but rather brief wave of pure excitement that zipped through his undercarriage like an electric current. Simultaneously, his rear became a rather dainty, clean shaven and attractive piece of eye candy, and the opening of a slit solidified the switch below the belt. The body surprisingly knew exactly what to do in this situation, and it opened yet another slit in the back, and slowly began to form a female reproductive system.
Emil's clothes continued to alter. In a weird addition, short red leggings emerged from underneath the shirt, coming from a small pair of what could best be described as dress shorts that had formed in the meantime. The leggings sneaked their way under the stockings and lifted them up a little, coming to a stop near the ankle. To support the stockings, a sort of "skirt" of belts began encircling the lower waist. Though Emil wasn't sure where they came from, as the belts which made it up started from the back, the belts’ jobs were soon clear. A deep red extension to the belts started to jut out to the sides of them, the extension sporting links to secure the leggings in place. It seemed like a lot of material...but that was because it was...however, to spice things up, small flower decorations popped up on the belts with the purpose of adding a little more flair. The belts also violently snapped back Emil's hips and thinned his waist, though the whole buildup of material made this a little tough to notice at first. By this point, Emil's body had returned to its normal temperature entirely.
The periwinkle shirt ascended Emil's chest, making it daintier and daintier by the second to the point where 'his' belly button was clearly visible. A small sort of dress top, colored two shades of blue, the shades separated by a white hem, began to form and travel down towards Emil's rapidly expanding midriff, with a lovely necklace containing a blue jewel phasing into being with it. The dress top sprouted tassels atop the shoulders, which snapped forward, and sleeves emerged just below the tassels. To make the uniform even more complex and whoever made it look even more insane, these sleeves were brown coming from a green hem. A bra also appeared underneath the dress top, providing some comfort as Emil's new breasts began to press against the new clothing.
Emil's Adam's Apple began to retract straight back into the lower neck, and 'his' face began to feel very...off. It feminized, crushing inwards and becoming very soft, with 'his' eyes running through a roulette like an item box in Mario Kart before settling on a piercing shade of blue. Emil's ears felt even more off than the rest of 'his' body, as they actually extended outward and, with two small pricks, one after the other, became ears more fitting of an elf. Bizarrely, little lace designs began to wrap themselves around the ears, and while they were indeed very cute designs, this just made a complex outfit even more complex. Emil's hair turned a tannish apricot and it styled itself, lengthening by a considerable amount and flowing in several different directions. It actually took a minute to fully style, as it was just that complex a hairstyle, full of splits and tails, with several laces and flowery designs dotting 'his' hair. It was bizarre, but it was a beautiful hairstyle. To wrap up, the final addition was made: a crown like headpiece, its origin unknown, planted itself atop Emil's head. At last, this extremely long transformation was over.
***
"...Are we done?", Emil whispered, collapsing to 'his' knees onto the mattress. 'His' body had adjusted well to the down under switch, but the lack of testosterone was something it simply did not understand. 'His' brain also not understand the new voice, which was a spot-on imitation of how Stephanie Sheh had provided it. Emil looked for something to reflect 'his' image, first on 'his' knees, then on 'his' feet. He could not believe what awaited ‘him’ when he eventually did look at 'his' reflection: a perfect replica of Margaret, the musical elf from Rune Factory 4.
"...No way...truly?" Emil shook her head in disbelief. What, how, why? What had triggered this beyond the harp? How had it done so? WHY had it done so? Emil picked up the harp which had transformed her and stared at it, then stared at her old harp. While Margaret's harp was a beautiful instrument, there was nothing obvious to tell her there was anything up with it.
"...I have to find that little girl. She's responsible. That little...*sigh*" For some reason, Emil just couldn't be angry. "I need to ask her why. But, uh, will it happen again?" Emil prepared Margaret's harp and began to strum lightly, as to not be heard. "Oh my goodness, this is absolutely beautiful. It doesn't look like it's happening again, but...t-this music is so lovely..." Emil shook her head and walked out of the alley, holding Margaret's harp. It wasn't too busy a city at night, though of course there was still a nightlife. No one seemed to notice Emil.
"All right..." Emil sat down and began to strum the harp. The melody produced quickly began to turn heads, and some people stopped what they were doing simply to listen to this beautiful sound. Emil, however, didn't notice, still very invested in playing.
"Wow, that's lovely music..."
"She’s a lovely girl."
"I've never seen her around here. Is she a street musician?"
"I hope not. She's so pretty and talented and good that it would be a real shame if she only played here on the streets!"
"Do you see those ears? Look at em, they're so...pointy!"
"May just be a costume. But that outfit..."
"That outfit is insane!"
"She can't be a street musician. That outfit, the harp, they look so expensive, and they aren't dirty!" Everyone was busy contemplating how this newcomer had stuck to the streets with her appearance, her clothes, her music skills, and her harp. Emil was finishing up her song by this point and was able to hear the whispers and how positive they were. She couldn't help but put her all into the last bit of the song, which went off without a hitch. As her audience clapped, a well dressed middle-aged man in a suit peeked his head above everyone with a gleam in his eye.
"...Are we done?", Emil whispered, collapsing to 'his' knees onto the mattress. 'His' body had adjusted well to the down under switch, but the lack of testosterone was something it simply did not understand. 'His' brain also not understand the new voice, which was a spot-on imitation of how Stephanie Sheh had provided it. Emil looked for something to reflect 'his' image, first on 'his' knees, then on 'his' feet. He could not believe what awaited ‘him’ when he eventually did look at 'his' reflection: a perfect replica of Margaret, the musical elf from Rune Factory 4.
"...No way...truly?" Emil shook her head in disbelief. What, how, why? What had triggered this beyond the harp? How had it done so? WHY had it done so? Emil picked up the harp which had transformed her and stared at it, then stared at her old harp. While Margaret's harp was a beautiful instrument, there was nothing obvious to tell her there was anything up with it.
"...I have to find that little girl. She's responsible. That little...*sigh*" For some reason, Emil just couldn't be angry. "I need to ask her why. But, uh, will it happen again?" Emil prepared Margaret's harp and began to strum lightly, as to not be heard. "Oh my goodness, this is absolutely beautiful. It doesn't look like it's happening again, but...t-this music is so lovely..." Emil shook her head and walked out of the alley, holding Margaret's harp. It wasn't too busy a city at night, though of course there was still a nightlife. No one seemed to notice Emil.
"All right..." Emil sat down and began to strum the harp. The melody produced quickly began to turn heads, and some people stopped what they were doing simply to listen to this beautiful sound. Emil, however, didn't notice, still very invested in playing.
"Wow, that's lovely music..."
"She’s a lovely girl."
"I've never seen her around here. Is she a street musician?"
"I hope not. She's so pretty and talented and good that it would be a real shame if she only played here on the streets!"
"Do you see those ears? Look at em, they're so...pointy!"
"May just be a costume. But that outfit..."
"That outfit is insane!"
"She can't be a street musician. That outfit, the harp, they look so expensive, and they aren't dirty!" Everyone was busy contemplating how this newcomer had stuck to the streets with her appearance, her clothes, her music skills, and her harp. Emil was finishing up her song by this point and was able to hear the whispers and how positive they were. She couldn't help but put her all into the last bit of the song, which went off without a hitch. As her audience clapped, a well dressed middle-aged man in a suit peeked his head above everyone with a gleam in his eye.
***
"I think I'm done for now, everyone!" As the crowd left, the well dressed man walked forward and sat down next to Emil. He seemed friendly, though he still put Emil off a little bit.
"Hello. Might I ask your name?"
"O-Okay..." Emil was nervous. Was this man a patron? If so, she had to make sure she didn't say anything dumb... "Uhm, Emily Margaret. I’m, uhm, new to the area."
"No need to be so shaky...which name do you prefer?" How the heck did HE not notice her ears and bizarre hairstyle, Emil thought, he was seated right next to her! But if he did notice, he didn't seem to care.
"That's my full name, but if you wanna just go by one name, I guess...call me Margaret. So uhm, what would you like?" A gentle smile appeared on the man's face.
"I'm actually the organizer for the city's string players, our philharmonic orchestra. I haven't seen you before, but you play with such an amazing talent that I can't sit back while you play on the streets. I'd like to offer you an audition for the city's philharmonic orchestra."
"You what...? Truly?..." Margaret couldn't believe it. An audition? In the philharmonic orchestra? This was a huge city she lived in, and only the very best qualified for the orchestra, though they were actually paid quite handsomely. She was nervous, but the man seemed serious. "All right, I'll give it a shot."
"I think I'm done for now, everyone!" As the crowd left, the well dressed man walked forward and sat down next to Emil. He seemed friendly, though he still put Emil off a little bit.
"Hello. Might I ask your name?"
"O-Okay..." Emil was nervous. Was this man a patron? If so, she had to make sure she didn't say anything dumb... "Uhm, Emily Margaret. I’m, uhm, new to the area."
"No need to be so shaky...which name do you prefer?" How the heck did HE not notice her ears and bizarre hairstyle, Emil thought, he was seated right next to her! But if he did notice, he didn't seem to care.
"That's my full name, but if you wanna just go by one name, I guess...call me Margaret. So uhm, what would you like?" A gentle smile appeared on the man's face.
"I'm actually the organizer for the city's string players, our philharmonic orchestra. I haven't seen you before, but you play with such an amazing talent that I can't sit back while you play on the streets. I'd like to offer you an audition for the city's philharmonic orchestra."
"You what...? Truly?..." Margaret couldn't believe it. An audition? In the philharmonic orchestra? This was a huge city she lived in, and only the very best qualified for the orchestra, though they were actually paid quite handsomely. She was nervous, but the man seemed serious. "All right, I'll give it a shot."
***
"That wraps up the first act everyone, you're free to get up and stretch if you'd like!" A few weeks had gone by since Emily Margaret Ivoire had found a new beginning in playing her race's sacred art on her beautifully tuned, lavishly decorated lyre as part of the city's orchestra. She had passed her audition with flying colors, and had become a centerpoint of the orchestra, and was propelling what had already been a fairly accomplished orchestra forward, almost singlehandedly, to even newer heights In fact, it had taken three minutes for everyone to stop clapping so the announcer could announce an intermission! No one seemed to mind her strange outfit or pointy ears anymore, everyone just loved her music, and despite the transformation into Margaret, something she still couldn't explain, Emily Margaret was looking straight ahead, not backward, on her life. But she had one more surprise coming her way.
"Uhm, Miss Margaret, there's a group of three people who would like to see you. One's a little girl with purple hair and a jester outfit..." Emily Margaret kind of felt bad for her security guard, who likely never thought he'd say that before, but she didn't care at that point and time. She had befriended both the little girl and Dolly in the meantime, and she wanted to talk with her friends again, as well as meet this third person they had with them.
"Send them on in." The little girl entered Emily Margaret's dressing room, followed by Dolce, or Dolly, the expert knitter with the top hat, pointy ears (though not as pointy as Margaret’s), and the long magenta hair, and an unfamiliar girl with the same hair color and even the same ears as Emily Margaret. She was wearing a hairpiece that kind of looked like an artist's beret mixed with a frill, and had a beautiful purplish dress, though her skin was dotted by occasional blotches of pink paint. It took a few seconds, but Emily Margaret remembered what the little girl had said about Margaret having a sister. Was this Daria?
"You can open your eyes, Daria.", said Dolce. Daria opened her eyes and immediately a massive smile criss-crossed her face. She ran up to embrace Emily Margaret, some of her paint (still wet for some reason) getting onto the harp player's outfit. Emily Margaret laughed and hugged back, happy to have found her best friend.
"That wraps up the first act everyone, you're free to get up and stretch if you'd like!" A few weeks had gone by since Emily Margaret Ivoire had found a new beginning in playing her race's sacred art on her beautifully tuned, lavishly decorated lyre as part of the city's orchestra. She had passed her audition with flying colors, and had become a centerpoint of the orchestra, and was propelling what had already been a fairly accomplished orchestra forward, almost singlehandedly, to even newer heights In fact, it had taken three minutes for everyone to stop clapping so the announcer could announce an intermission! No one seemed to mind her strange outfit or pointy ears anymore, everyone just loved her music, and despite the transformation into Margaret, something she still couldn't explain, Emily Margaret was looking straight ahead, not backward, on her life. But she had one more surprise coming her way.
"Uhm, Miss Margaret, there's a group of three people who would like to see you. One's a little girl with purple hair and a jester outfit..." Emily Margaret kind of felt bad for her security guard, who likely never thought he'd say that before, but she didn't care at that point and time. She had befriended both the little girl and Dolly in the meantime, and she wanted to talk with her friends again, as well as meet this third person they had with them.
"Send them on in." The little girl entered Emily Margaret's dressing room, followed by Dolce, or Dolly, the expert knitter with the top hat, pointy ears (though not as pointy as Margaret’s), and the long magenta hair, and an unfamiliar girl with the same hair color and even the same ears as Emily Margaret. She was wearing a hairpiece that kind of looked like an artist's beret mixed with a frill, and had a beautiful purplish dress, though her skin was dotted by occasional blotches of pink paint. It took a few seconds, but Emily Margaret remembered what the little girl had said about Margaret having a sister. Was this Daria?
"You can open your eyes, Daria.", said Dolce. Daria opened her eyes and immediately a massive smile criss-crossed her face. She ran up to embrace Emily Margaret, some of her paint (still wet for some reason) getting onto the harp player's outfit. Emily Margaret laughed and hugged back, happy to have found her best friend.
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Since she's obscure, I'll give you some info about Margaret. Margaret, or Meg, is an elf from the game Rune Factory 4. She's levelheaded and a great musician.
My surprise birthday gift for
, and the last Rune Factory 4 story for awhile (unless I'm asked to do one, of course!). This one's of Margaret, an elf with maybe the most complex outfit I have ever touched in a TF. Enjoy!
.Since she's obscure, I'll give you some info about Margaret. Margaret, or Meg, is an elf from the game Rune Factory 4. She's levelheaded and a great musician.
My surprise birthday gift for
, and the last Rune Factory 4 story for awhile (unless I'm asked to do one, of course!). This one's of Margaret, an elf with maybe the most complex outfit I have ever touched in a TF. Enjoy! © 2017 - 2024 Seibara
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Whoa, thanks so much! This is another really fun one, and it's such a terrific surprise for today! Have an amazing day! Thanks again!