Gemotions

The biting wind whipped at Elara's cloak as she navigated the cobbled alleyway, each step fueled by a sense of righteous purpose. She'd followed the lilting melody for blocks, the music a beacon cutting through the city's din. Rounding a corner, she saw it: a small, brightly lit tavern, the source of the sound. Through the open window, she saw a bard, face lit by candlelight, strumming a lute and singing *her* song – the one she'd poured her heart into, the one they said would never be heard. A surge of energy coursed through her, a feeling like a coiled spring ready to release. She pushed open the tavern door, ready to face whatever came next.