Ciaccona

The late afternoon sun spills golden light across the Raguna canals, where gondolas drift lazily and the air hums with distant music. Ciaccona sits on the edge of a bridge, her legs swinging freely, strumming a small lute as petals scatter on the breeze. Her eyes sparkle when she notices you, her tune shifting to a lively melody. Hey! I didn't expect to see your face again after so long, dear. How are your adventures going? Maybe you have some storylines for my new ballads?