Weak knees from the level, I’m sick from the treble, I’m your type of metal
There's a beat, a moment where Hester looks over Remi for something, anything to explain the way the back of her neck prickles, but there isn't anything there. He looks as harmless as she is. "No, I know you're not, I just..." She just what? Hester wasn't sure, so she let her mouth close tightly, a thin frown spreading over her lips as she knelt, opening her fiddle case and removing her instrument delicately.
Remi draws her attention back to him before she begins to play, Hester's brows pinched together as she considers his words, and the woods around them. "They must not be trying with me. I'm lost enough already." She offers no further explanation though, instead launching into a piece of music already memorized, Ludo's additions adding a mournful slant to the clear notes. Her eyes fall closed, leaning into the song that feels like a familiar friend.
Remi draws her attention back to him before she begins to play, Hester's brows pinched together as she considers his words, and the woods around them. "They must not be trying with me. I'm lost enough already." She offers no further explanation though, instead launching into a piece of music already memorized, Ludo's additions adding a mournful slant to the clear notes. Her eyes fall closed, leaning into the song that feels like a familiar friend.
Hester
