& oh, poor atlas - the world's a beast of a burden
Before Amalia can ask more questions Roland reappears, thrusting the instrument into Finn's hands before stepping back to watch him play. The Shield scoops up his coat as he shrugs it to the floor, throwing it thoughtlessly over her arm and returning to her position in the audience of this impromptu show.
She knows enough to know that the notes he's plucking need adjustment, and to recognize it when the strings are tightened enough to be in tune. Curious dark eyes dart between his fingers and his face, taking in every shift in his fingers even if she cannot understand them, fascinated by the way such small movements can so remarkably change the sound.
"Of course," Amalia and Roland say in unison, the woman somewhat breathlessly, the old man encouraging and warm. 'We love having outlanders here to share their music,' the man continues, using the blanket term of outlander to cover anyone not from the Grounds. 'If I'm lucky you'll be able to teach an old dog some new tricks.'
She knows enough to know that the notes he's plucking need adjustment, and to recognize it when the strings are tightened enough to be in tune. Curious dark eyes dart between his fingers and his face, taking in every shift in his fingers even if she cannot understand them, fascinated by the way such small movements can so remarkably change the sound.
"Of course," Amalia and Roland say in unison, the woman somewhat breathlessly, the old man encouraging and warm. 'We love having outlanders here to share their music,' the man continues, using the blanket term of outlander to cover anyone not from the Grounds. 'If I'm lucky you'll be able to teach an old dog some new tricks.'
you've been holding on a long time
