Even amidst a war can moments of blissful piece be had. The small black zeppelin floated over the Farhel border as the sun's lights shine across her bow.
Golden light caught the dust as a black cap gunner sat down with his friend. He lit his pipe a handmade object from spent shell and rifle casings.

His friend a black coat airman sat down lighting up his cigarette with his thumb. His nerves twitchy and uncertain.

"Any requests?" Dmitri asked pulling out his unusual violin.

Freddrick looked over his friend took in more smoke and blew it out his nose. "Yeah what was that piece you played last week. The one right after we defeated the Renegade."

"Ye'Roc Fale'Ha?" Dmitri smiled, and tensioning up his bow. He closed his eyes and played the traditional coastal ditty his father showed him. The memories the past flowing over him with each note played.

"Yeah. That's it," Fredrick muttered, a slight smile tugging at his cheeks. As he exhaled the smoke the tension and nerves seemed to float way with it. He sipped his whiskey and let his mind wander as it was guided by the music.