He'd been intending to join Lily with the musicians, but he couldn't quite catch her attention. That was alright, though, because he found Tarasha and it seemed only neighborly to show the friendly Fae around the Hollowed Grounds' best celebration. He grinned at their teasing, offering a wink of agreement as he gestured to the families with children, young couples walking hand-in-hand, cheerful merchants hawking their wares, and Guild booths trying to entice new members to join.
"Only the finest rapscallions and rogues for you, I promise!" he said with a wink as he produced the crown. It might not be up to Jaio's high standards, but he thought it added a nice accent to the art Tarasha had already adorned themselves with, and his sharp eye picked out the differences between these tattoos and the ones they had worn at their first meeting. He opted to answer the question first, though, leading the shorter Fae on an impromptu spiraling promenade around the party so Tarasha could see the different foods, drinks, games, and guilds on display. "Lap harp, flute, and voice, mostly," he explained cheerfully. "I used to play others, but most of them were lost when I came to Caido, so I treasure my harp and flute." And his voice, of course, but he hoped that went without saying. "As for what kind of music? I try to provide whatever the audience asks for. Ballads or marching songs, drinking songs or laments, comic ditties and lullabies. What kind of music do you like? And how, may I ask, did you change your tattoos since I saw you last? Is it a form of magic?" He glanced down to the arm in his, admiring and fascinated by the brilliant patterns there.
"Only the finest rapscallions and rogues for you, I promise!" he said with a wink as he produced the crown. It might not be up to Jaio's high standards, but he thought it added a nice accent to the art Tarasha had already adorned themselves with, and his sharp eye picked out the differences between these tattoos and the ones they had worn at their first meeting. He opted to answer the question first, though, leading the shorter Fae on an impromptu spiraling promenade around the party so Tarasha could see the different foods, drinks, games, and guilds on display. "Lap harp, flute, and voice, mostly," he explained cheerfully. "I used to play others, but most of them were lost when I came to Caido, so I treasure my harp and flute." And his voice, of course, but he hoped that went without saying. "As for what kind of music? I try to provide whatever the audience asks for. Ballads or marching songs, drinking songs or laments, comic ditties and lullabies. What kind of music do you like? And how, may I ask, did you change your tattoos since I saw you last? Is it a form of magic?" He glanced down to the arm in his, admiring and fascinated by the brilliant patterns there.
