♛ 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

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

Oh then you are quite welcome, though I am but a pale shadow from what the masters in my world can do.

And might I ask whom my lovely audience is?

[merriment.livejournal.com]

You are still quite skilled.

[ she was about to sip at the tea, but pauses ]

My name is Justinia. It's a pleasure to meet you!

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

Well, thank you Justinia. My name is Ashura.

[He beamed and sipped his own tea with an inbred elegance, the kind that comes from long years of practice that have made it more than just habit.]

[merriment.livejournal.com]

Ashura, what a lovely name!

[ even the way he drinks tea is pretty! while her manner of doing so isn't nearly as elegant, she carries herself with a certain air of nobility. there is little use for titles here, even she can see that as a child ]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[He gave a light laugh.]

Why thank you ~

And how are you, little one, on such a fine day as this?

[merriment.livejournal.com]

I am well, thank you. I wasn't able tobsleep so I wanted to take a walk.

I'm glad I did now! [ smiling, she takes a sip of her tea ]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

Oh, what troubles you? Dreams?

And I am glad to have made your walk more pleasant ~

[merriment.livejournal.com]

I keep thinking about the kidnappings. She took one of my friends away. What if he-- [ hadn't come back? of course he would have, he was stubborn! but that didn't ease her mind much ]

If she did it once, she'll do it again. Won't she? It's unnerving..

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[Ah. He understood. He put his own cup down and reached out, putting a hand tenderly on her hair and smiling with utmost sincerity.]

But your friend is back now, and alive. Wonder not on the what ifs and give thanks for the good that has come. And have faith that driven back once, she can be driven back again. Our efforts were not in vain.