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A slow fade-in from the ground up, the hem of his robes appearing with their decorations of nightmares, legs of the ever-shifting throne, another inch appearing only after the prior has firmly done so. He leans against an obediently appearing, and stationary, arm of the throne, watching the room with star-flecked eyes.

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*Yrael, from where he sits playing his violin, nods in greeting to Morpheus. He smiles slightly, continuing to play.*

He dips his head in return, and listens to the music with every (subtle, reserved) evidence of pleasure.

*The music is Bach, at the moment, a request from an acquaintance. There are four string parts, but since it's Yrael alone playing the first violin part, he hums the second part under his breath. When he reaches the end of the piece, he moves into a tune of his own making. A waltz, formal and steady, but with mischeif hiding in the quick notes.*

Good evening, lord.

"Good evening, Yrael."

He nearly smiles, but does not quite. It hasn't been a good week, but the chances of him talking about it are so close to non-existent that questions should probably not even be asked.

*And so Yrael, being the smart not!cat he is, doesn't ask. He merely continues playing. The waltz is light, formal-sounding but not drearily so. It is a simple dance he plays. Should anyone ever dance to it, the dancers could focus more on their dancing partners than on the dance itself. It is very much background music.*

*he remarks offhandedly, a slight smile showing* Svava has named me godfather to Edielweiss, her kitten. The bar decided to give me a hat and a violin in a case, for some reason.

"There was a movie, in several of the universes, about an organized crime organization. The title of the movie was "The Godfather", who was the leader of the organization. In the time period it was set they wore fedoras. There was also a theory that they carried weaponry in violin cases."

Now, he does look amused.

*he laughs* Well, Svava has set me as Edielweiss' teacher when she grows older. Svava says I'll probably teach her the best way to con free food, drinks, and pettings from the patrons around the bar. Only petty crime, then. And the weapon that was in the violin case only does damage if one lets it. *he continues his music.*

He dips his head again, and manages to look amused without actually making a facial expression of amusement.

Dream is less human-ish than usual, tonight.

*Yrael takes the waltz into a different key, the notes skipping up and down in various arpeggios.*

Any specific type of music you would like to hear, lord, before I retire for the night?

"Whatever you are inspired to play, Yrael."

Quietly, but sincerely.

*He smiles.*

*The tune continues on, and the tempo picks up. The conservative waltz eventually becomes a joyous dance. The melody whirls like so many multi-colored dancers: green, blue, red, black. It is a dance of freedom he plays.*

And Dream listens, eyes closing as he does so.

*The song goes on. Yrael lets the dance come to its natural end in a quick run upwards, ending in a short, high note.*

Thank you for listening to my playing, lord, but I will retire for the night, now.

"Good night, Yrael."

Good night, Lord Dream.

*he nods, smiling slightly, and turns to go*

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