Alana had never been to the park before. She was new on the island and had been caught up with exploring the school and starting her life here. There hadn't been time to explore Manta Carlos as well.
Now though, she had time on her hands, and she knew it was high time she ventured further out.
Alana could hear music, as she walked through the park. It was coming from a male figure leaning against a tree. She didn't recognise the tune, or the words, but the words hooked her. She'd never heard anything like them before. She couldn't even pinpoint a language it sounded roughly like.
Alana couldn't get enough words and languages, and ways to say the same thing differently. Any of the world's languages, past, present and future, could be the answer to Alana mastering her next 'word'. She sat a few metres away from the musician and listened.
His fingers strummed his lute as light words came from him. It was a very old song from his world, in a language that didn't exist here, it was beautiful, exotic, completely unlike anything anyone here has ever heard. Corvo enjoyed playing music for people, he wasn't really looking for a crowd though, just sitting against a tree, enjoying the air. 