[INDENT]She is heard long before she is really seen in one place: the bells chiming at her wrists and, it seems, even her ankles today; the clinking and jingling of the myriad of keys hanging about her person, all different shapes and sizes making her at some moments a walking tambourine; the music of a passing flute winding through the streets at some times, snatched by a frozen wind at others, and now and again whirling counterpoint around the strains of a young bard's violin; and laughter, the unrestrained sound of it beside the charred remnants of the Arms finally giving her moving presence away from where she had apparently been playing catch-if-catch-can with no one searching for her in the first place.
The humor remains as she talks with this person or that, or winks to the man in the red coat as he entertains children, as if there wasn't truly a destroyed landmark in the city but merely a grand joke played on the bystanders.
She can be seen buying drinks here and there, singing many different kinds of songs that all were heard at one point at the Arms in its time; some not heard since its first opening night, another from the revealing of the Xeenite Red, another from the celebration for the liberation of Xantril-Belinara, the end of the occupation of the islands in the once Rohden alliance, and snatches of countless others... in her own way reminding those that have forgotten of its troubled but full history, and its value to the city.
She is also found here and there getting estimates on materials, still laughing and joking and rolling her eyes, before she leaves for the forest.[/INDENT]
((Edit - I have no idea why I wrote south...))
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Once the news reaches Amanda she quickly makes her way to the Arms. She
arrives and wraps a scarf around her nose and mouth. Then tries to make her
way in the rubble. She digs her way through what is left of the front door and
into the first room on the left. Inside she quickly picks through what is left of
her brothers room and takes anything that she can find.