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♛ 04 - Plucking
[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]
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]
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