Hester
I've told you time and time again
As soon as their apologies collide into each other, the little bit of defence in her shoulders drops, and her grin grows that much more genuine.
Well isn't he polite? Whatever tickles her fancy is usually fast paced, fight songs and drinking songs, but she can tell just by looking at him that that's not what needs. There's no doubt that he'd sit through it, but she could do better, make a better choice. Song choices flit through the back of her mind, a tune already flitting to her fingers for when she's ready to play again. "I think I know something you might like." Comes the offer, a wink accompanying it automatically.
"It's Luxere gut!" She answers brightly, delighted in the interest and immediately perking up. "Scavenged, mostly. I've tried regular elk, and ningo, but it just doesn't sound the same." Her hands don't need the guidance of her eyes, which glance up to roam over the man's face. There's maybe a little bit of a flourish added to her fingers, a difficult feat considering the precision required for what she's doing.
It's a task done quickly, the slightly more arduous task of re-tuning the string facing her now. While she plucks the string, twisting it's peg back and forth, her head cocks, striking up conversation. "Is this your first Longnight?" It's a question asked more out of politeness, and easy way to start something, because honestly, it's a little bit obvious this is his first time.
Well isn't he polite? Whatever tickles her fancy is usually fast paced, fight songs and drinking songs, but she can tell just by looking at him that that's not what needs. There's no doubt that he'd sit through it, but she could do better, make a better choice. Song choices flit through the back of her mind, a tune already flitting to her fingers for when she's ready to play again. "I think I know something you might like." Comes the offer, a wink accompanying it automatically.
"It's Luxere gut!" She answers brightly, delighted in the interest and immediately perking up. "Scavenged, mostly. I've tried regular elk, and ningo, but it just doesn't sound the same." Her hands don't need the guidance of her eyes, which glance up to roam over the man's face. There's maybe a little bit of a flourish added to her fingers, a difficult feat considering the precision required for what she's doing.
It's a task done quickly, the slightly more arduous task of re-tuning the string facing her now. While she plucks the string, twisting it's peg back and forth, her head cocks, striking up conversation. "Is this your first Longnight?" It's a question asked more out of politeness, and easy way to start something, because honestly, it's a little bit obvious this is his first time.
You sing the words, but don't know what it means
