Quill of Poetry

An exquisitely crafted quill that speaks through its feather. In the hands of a poet, it gives rise to endless inspiration, recounting lively tavern tales of thousand-year glaciers, the grand ruins of underground cities, and enchanted forests. Where will the hero's legend unfold this time?

Miniature Instrument

A trinket Ciaccona bought from a marketplace. She was told it was a miniature instrument capable of producing sound. She often says that a performer's state of mind is intimately tied to the music, and that an instrument is not defined by its price. Not even if it is a tiny one... With eyes wide open, the crowd waits for this young girl to bring forth sounds that create miracles.

Musical Remembrance

A music box of fine craftsmanship, gifted to Ciaccona by a merchant after hearing her performance. Ciaccona's melodies can be recreated at a gentle turn of the handle. This made her realize that music can exist forever in another form.

Music and the World

The little girl always loved to look up. Whether at the clear blue of day or the glittering blue of night. She once wondered to herself why, but the words she knew couldn't express how she felt. All she knew was a sense of awe at the great unknown and the mysteries that lay beyond... Eventually, she stopped wondering, for she had discovered that gazing at the skies was an inexplicable beauty in itself. With this discovery, she began to look up while reading, while sleeping, even while walking... "Hey, hey. Eyes up front, Ms. Ciaccona. Why do you keep staring at the ceiling? Watch where you're going!" After taking a hard bump to the head, young Ciaccona decided it would be best not to stare at the sky so much... at least not while walking. The next time she looked up, she saw something that would become her lifelong passion. It was an ordinary afternoon when Ciaccona pushed open the door of her father's study. The object tucked away on top of the cabinet was the first thing she noticed after looking up. She took it down nice and slowly—it was a violin and her first encounter with an instrument. Picturing how her father had played it before, she decided to give it a try. "Screech..." It was undoubtedly a harsh sound. Yet she felt a peculiar sensation, like she was sinking toward the bottom of the sea. All sounds but the violin began to fade away. The light and shadows of the setting sun blurred. The world before her eyes seemed to draw its curtains, and by the time they opened again, a new world appeared before her. The air was filled with dancing music notes, and in the distance, a group of people played music. "H-Hello?" No one responded to the young girl. She walked closer, and though their faces were blurry, the melody seemed familiar. "It's a piece Father often plays. Composed by our family." Young Ciaccona recalled the music's origins. The group seemed unaware of her presence as they played, surrounding the girl with melodies that sounded of cries of newborn babies, and life's joys and tragedies... "Thud." The music came to an abrupt stop at the sound of a door opening. Noticing the violin in Ciaccona's hands, her father gently patted her head with a slight look of resignation before putting it away. "I'll teach you how to play when you're a bit older," he said, taking Ciaccona's hand and leading her out of the room. Just before the door closed behind them, Ciaccona turned around and waved goodbye to the violin. From that day on, Ciaccona began searching for information about the music. The more she learned, the clearer her visions became whenever she touched an instrument. She never told anyone what she saw that day. It wasn't until much later that Ciaccona learned it was due to her Forte: the power to recreate the past through melodies. People of different times, brought together through music and poetry. It was the greatest miracle the girl could have ever imagined.