♛ 04 - Plucking

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[If you're walking through the garden, one might hear the faint plucking tunes of a stringed instrument (sounding like this), an upbeat tempo that at the same time would have been at home in a more formal occasion for a polite dance, but fit the atmosphere of the garden well if one was out for a simple stroll. 

And if one followed the sounds, they'd find Ashura seated in a small area on a large pillow, a stringed instrument in his lap, fingers plucking along with a sure familiarity, though they lacked some of the smoother grace of one who played such a thing for a profession. And sitting beside him, forgotten as he concentrated on his playing, was his journal and a feather pen, so the music was free to float through the magic system. Whoops.]

If you can, meet me in the gardens some time this afternoon, or later this evening in the library. Just let me know when you can make it.

[ooc: Journal and actiony! Taking a nice relaxing break after the big fights. Whee]

Comments

[apologeticangel.livejournal.com]

[and this one... actually is wandering through the Garden. She stops and holds her breath at the music because it's so pretty :') so shell just sit here and watch until he finishes thinking Ashura is a giiiiirl]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[He's aware of his audience, but since the other is not protesting to his playing he continues to the end of the song before stopping, rubbing his fingers. Been awhile since he played.

He turned his golden gaze to the girl watching him, smiling serenely and opening his mouth, speaking in a voice that sat comfortably between male and female.]

Hello. I hope I wasn't being a bother with my playing.

[apologeticangel.livejournal.com]

[asdglh she claps softly like a dork and shakes her head]

N-No, I should thank you! That was beautiful.

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles, hiding his mouth with his sleeve for a moment, his eyes blushing where his cheeks did not.]

Oh my, thank you. I was worried I was a bit to rusty to make it worthy of listening to.

[apologeticangel.livejournal.com]

[she shakes her head, and goes a bit closer]

Have you not played it in a while?

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

Certainly not since I arrived here, and back in my world... well, I was finding it difficult to have the time or energy to play.

[Ashura motions for her to take a seat if she wishes, his wrists jingling as his bracelets clacked and bangles banged together.]

[apologeticangel.livejournal.com]

[ah, she smiles and sits all sheepish]

Energy... are you tired a lot here?

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

Hmm? Oh, no. I'm actually feeling better after that large fight. The castle has been kind enough to keep up with my stomach's demands.

[He laughed and patted his belly.]

[apologeticangel.livejournal.com]

[sdgah; she giggles] That's good.

Did... did you fight in the battle the other day?

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

Yes, I was part of the rescue attempt.

[Idly he plucks a string, producing a rather clarion note.]

I used up quite a bit of energy and it's taken several days of near straight eating to get me back to normal, so to say.