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The first thing Idia did upon his return from Harveston was to lock himself in his room.
Not because he hadn’t enjoyed the trip. He had, actually, and far more than he would have thought considering he’d gone with three underclassmen he had barely spoken to before. (The entire trip, Idia was praying none of them realized he was both the oldest among them and technically an adult.) But in the end, between the racing, the camaraderie, being able to see authentic Sled Over Heels sights… it had been one of the best weekends of his life.
But that didn’t mean he hadn’t had to lie to enjoy it.
The second thing Idia did was open his closet and find the case he’d long been aching to find an excuse to use. He brought out the violin, applied rosin to the bow, quickly tuned the strings, and let the notes flow.
When he’d told Sebek he could just find music online, he’d been half-bluffing. Yes, he found that track on his phone. But the only reason he could mimic it so well was because he had recorded it himself. He knew that song like the back of his hand. He could play it with his eyes closed if he wanted to, and had, many times, on a random whim of challenge.
Idia’s fingers flew across the strings, bow slithering up and down as he made up the song in the moment. He wasn’t trying to imitate anything, just play, and let his dormant talent loose. He’d nearly forgotten how it felt to really play. He wished he could muster up the courage to play in front of a live audience, but if not, recordings and bluffs would have to do. They were still hearing his playing, after all, even if they didn’t know it.
In theory, he could be grinding levels in a game right now.
He was sure there was at least one limited event he needed to finish up.
A side quest was probably waiting for him somewhere.
But this is what he wanted to do right now. He didn’t want to do any of that. He just wanted to play his violin, to get lost in the music and let his own motions carry him far away.
Maybe someday, he could truly play for Sebek.