Kotone stood up flustered at the moment for wanting to dance, she quietly took her flute out her backpack. She started to soft elven traditional song, the voters touched the air as she looked up towards the twinkling stars. The wind picked up and drifted it the notes into the air, she caught her breath before picking the song back up. She watched the nearby people slowly fall asleep and the campfire flicker in the distance.
    Softly she ended the song and played back down in the grass, as she closed her eyes enjoying the breeze. Her flute tightly in one hands grasp and her sword in the other. She covered her lower half in a blanket since her clothes we a little short and it made her slightly uncomfortable.