Gallery

Gallery plays her melodies upon a petrified instrument. She claims it reverberates better, directs the sound exactly how she wants it, follows her muse much more readily. Of course she wouldn't spread truths, whether it be to protect her mystery or to save the mood; her songs are much more sour when she remembers, herself, the tree from which it came. The trees that used to surround it, and the trees that once stood, generations ago, to house her ancestors. The age of Flight Rising still claims its legacies whether they go willingly or not. The battles do not cease, and displacement is routine - as is the wicked conversion, the turmoil of elements, that follow as new territories join to old ones. The wood still travels between distant relatives, used for countless objects of memory. She is not one to shy away from the great honor it is to even hold it.

But of course she wouldn't speak of any of that. Not the pain of remembrance, or the fear of memories lost. Why would she? Despite it all, there is still music.

Gallery is a very talented string instrument player. She has even played for some kings and queens. Her favorite string instrument is the harp ,which she takes with her during travels. One of Gallery’s guitars is made of petrified wood.