Something else to focus on was something they both needed, it seemed. To create, rather than to fight. To do something for themselves, rather than trying to hold up the weight of friends and strangers alike across the Hollowed Grounds. For a little while there was no Zariah, no Safrin, no brewing war, no fear of disappointing others. There was only the sound of quiet explanations and the mixed notes of their instruments as Kiada explored and Jigano found a piece of himself that had been missing for too long.
"Practice," he teased back, nodding approval of the note she had sustained. "For singing, for speaking in public, for playing wind instruments... it's a learned skill, but a useful one." He offered her a small but sincere smile, wiggling his fingers along the flute. "Also for swimming or climbing mountains. But the flute is also a good way to call luxere in Deepfrost," he added, nodding at Auni with a smile. "Especially for anyone who doesn't want to sing. That was how Amalia and I met," he added, realizing Kiada probably didn't know that. "She was singing in the dawn and woke me up, and I went to investigate. I played my flute while she sang Rae's praises and we coaxed a big old buck to come investigate her snacks and my hair." A sweet memory, and a welcome one, hearkening back to simpler times.
Putting his lips back to his own instrument he played the scale again, a slow meander up the finger holes and then back down again, letting Kiada hear each note clearly before moving to the next, keeping it simple and straightforward so she would have a goal to work towards, if she wanted to play with the flute more.
"Practice," he teased back, nodding approval of the note she had sustained. "For singing, for speaking in public, for playing wind instruments... it's a learned skill, but a useful one." He offered her a small but sincere smile, wiggling his fingers along the flute. "Also for swimming or climbing mountains. But the flute is also a good way to call luxere in Deepfrost," he added, nodding at Auni with a smile. "Especially for anyone who doesn't want to sing. That was how Amalia and I met," he added, realizing Kiada probably didn't know that. "She was singing in the dawn and woke me up, and I went to investigate. I played my flute while she sang Rae's praises and we coaxed a big old buck to come investigate her snacks and my hair." A sweet memory, and a welcome one, hearkening back to simpler times.
Putting his lips back to his own instrument he played the scale again, a slow meander up the finger holes and then back down again, letting Kiada hear each note clearly before moving to the next, keeping it simple and straightforward so she would have a goal to work towards, if she wanted to play with the flute more.
