Gemotions

The bustling marketplace was a feast for the senses: the bright colours of the textiles, the aroma of spices, the excited babble of vendors. It was a place that usually stirred Amelia's mind, but this time, she was different. She had been on a journey.

She was surprised to hear the familiar chords of her song. A trio of musicians had set up near the fountain, and they were performing *her* piece. She watched them, her posture relaxed. Her hands were folded gently in her lap.

Amelia felt an internal balance. The music was a welcome presence.