A peace came over him, when the lute was in his hands. The sounds he plucked from the strings were slow and lingering, hovering in the air like so many beads of shimmering light until they died away. There was no real plan to the music, just big hands moving with delicate grace over the strings, for the simple pleasure of filling the barren, cold room with something more.
He hummed acknowledgement when Weaver confirmed his theory, a brow rising when she admitted that the girl had helped teach her magic. Sounded like some girl, if his sister accepted instructions from her so easily. Not that he pegged his sole remaining family member for stubborn or proud, but... she had her moments.
"I'm glad you found a friend," he said, and actally meant it too. Just because he was mistrustful and closed off, didn't mean he wanted the same for her. His only real objection against the Sunjata person was how his existence had suddenly intruded on Korbin's personal routines, before they'd even met. Weaver was, of course, free to like him all she wanted.
The little anecdotes she mentioned brought a smile to his face. Grinning a little mischievous, his found their places on the lute and the stray notes solidified into a simple tune, still slow and a bit melancholy, but with the occational trill inserted that made it wholly playful. His voice was deep and smooth as he sang, weaving a story from what she'd told him.
"Weaver's grown bolder
with a bird on her shoulder
and waves rolling blue under feet
that's gone dancing on beaches
'mongst scoundrels and screechers
and Ludo's wee ship full o' ghosts
Sail on, sail on, to a far off dawn,
and dream until dreams come undone..."
He hummed acknowledgement when Weaver confirmed his theory, a brow rising when she admitted that the girl had helped teach her magic. Sounded like some girl, if his sister accepted instructions from her so easily. Not that he pegged his sole remaining family member for stubborn or proud, but... she had her moments.
"I'm glad you found a friend," he said, and actally meant it too. Just because he was mistrustful and closed off, didn't mean he wanted the same for her. His only real objection against the Sunjata person was how his existence had suddenly intruded on Korbin's personal routines, before they'd even met. Weaver was, of course, free to like him all she wanted.
The little anecdotes she mentioned brought a smile to his face. Grinning a little mischievous, his found their places on the lute and the stray notes solidified into a simple tune, still slow and a bit melancholy, but with the occational trill inserted that made it wholly playful. His voice was deep and smooth as he sang, weaving a story from what she'd told him.
"Weaver's grown bolder
with a bird on her shoulder
and waves rolling blue under feet
that's gone dancing on beaches
'mongst scoundrels and screechers
and Ludo's wee ship full o' ghosts
Sail on, sail on, to a far off dawn,
and dream until dreams come undone..."
korbin
Deep into that darkness peering, Long I stood there
Wondering, Fearing
