How long had Vallence been in this backwater town? He honestly had lost track of the days. He came in from Kuiper on one of their trade boats. That was quite a while ago. The people had been friendly enough, and they certainly enjoyed his music and tales, but he was getting a hankering to travel again. He had noticed the ship fly overhead as he was walking towards the Rifters' base. He had planned to perform there one last time to help relax their excited lives. He instead of making his way to his planned destination completely changed it by turning on the ball of his foot and making his way to the freighter. He hoped they would be taking on passengers, after all, it was about time for him to get moving anyway.

He started whistling a tune as he leisurely made his way towards the ship. He spotted a few villagers were talking about the ship. [b]"Did you see how low she was flyin'?"[/b] [b]"Yeah, I hope it didn't scare too many folk."[/b] Val listened only as long as he strolled on by. He slid his hand along the fine wooden case that held his fiddle. The leather strap he used to carry it felt firm on his shoulder. He chuckled a bit. 

[b]"Not much longer and we'll be on the road again Ally."[/b]

The fiddle had been his sister's and it had its wear and tear, but even then it was still the best instrument he had ever owned. Even the lute didn't quite have the same quality as his fiddle. Val had the sentimental belief that he was playing his sister's soul whenever he played the instrument, and through him and it she still lived. He expressed his mother's feeling through storytelling and his father his lute. He looked forwards to whatever the future brought down on him, because he knew he'd make it just fine. He still had his family with him through thick and thin.