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[ostro_goth]

Teja is sitting by the fireplace, playing his harp.

The season is turning cool again; the summers north of Hadrian's Wall are brief. So the Goth is wearing his Tyrian purple cloak again, for the first time since summer; and warm socks under his caligae.-

He is playing slowly, fingers experimenting on the strings -- regular patterns of notes, wandering up and down the scale in opposite directions. Regular and abstract, as the woven borders that the Goths wore on their clothing.

But some of what Teja plays sounds positively baroque.-

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[453-died-angry.livejournal.com]

Seated nearby, koumiss in one hand and a book in the other, Attila peered at Teja over the top of his glasses and said, "Can't you play anything more cheerful?"

[ostro_goth]

"What would you hear," Teja says, almost amused, "a rousing battle-song? No, Attila, I do not have that in me. I am trying something out. Music, in the future, grew in many directions."

[453-died-angry.livejournal.com]

"I know," Attila said with a grin. "I heard some of it. That called 'metal' I like."

[ostro_goth]

"Oh, indeed," Teja says. "I heard that, also. I had a friend here for a while, by name of Toki Wartooth, who played that sort of music for a living. I sometimes played with him, also -- but only here, not when he would play for men in his world."

[453-died-angry.livejournal.com]

"You played it?" Attila looked pointedly at the harp. "How? Did you hit something with it?"

[ostro_goth]

"I have a guitar, also, which is an instrument from the future that is better for that kind of music," Teja says.

[453-died-angry.livejournal.com]

"I have heard a guitar," Attila said, nodding. He sipped his koumiss. "Toki Wartooth - sounds like a Burgundian war lord."

[ostro_goth]

"It does," Teja says. "But he is a metal guitarist from the lands in he North, where my people came from, and from the far future."

Pause.

"That guitar you heard might even have been mine."

[453-died-angry.livejournal.com]

"I think not," Attila said. "I heard it on Tonistark's music playing machine. It screamed like a stallion. Unless that was yours?"

[lost-trump.livejournal.com]

While Matthias had enjoyed what little he had seen of Milliways, well, what a child of just a few days old could, he was returned in good hands back to Coral on Kashfa. Needless to say Lucas was more than thrilled to explain the whole thing to his wife who gave him the flatest of expressions before sending him on his way.

Which left Lucas back into Milliways.

And over toward the sound of music by the fireplace.

Oh look, Teja! You have a king listening in!

[ostro_goth]

A king listening to a king!

"Greetings," Teja says to Lucas, without stopping to play.

[lost-trump.livejournal.com]

"Teja! Hey!" He doesn't look a day older than the last time they spoke but its been two years. "I never knew you could play." By the way he bounced on his toes it was a pleasent surprise. "How have you been doing?"

Since he was greeted he came a little closer still not wanting to distract the player but curious all the same.

[ostro_goth]

Teja keeps playing, but his eyes on Lucas are friendly.

"I am a harper, and a smith, and a fighter," he says. "You met me as a fighter, mostly."

[lost-trump.livejournal.com]

"Ahh I see." Smiling Lucas moved closer, setting down on the floor a little ways from Teja to listen to his playing. "I guess everyone has a different side to them when they aren't busy keeping things in order, hm?" With a wider grin the Amberite raised a hand to scratch at the back of his neck.

"How have things been with you? It's been about two years since I was last here.."

[ostro_goth]

"It was some months here," Teja says, "and it was summer -- a summer that would finally warm even my soul. My first summer of true peace, in many, many years."

[lost-trump.livejournal.com]

Lucas nodded his head, letting his arms drape over his knees he had pulled up in a lax sort of fashion. For a man dressed in regal attire he sure didn't seem to care if he got them dirty or not. Heck even if he had his crown on it might just have been set at an angle. But there was an older look to his green eyes. "It's fall in Kashfa though you can only feel it at night. I'm glad things are going better for you! I..ah..ran into Kate earlier. She seems to be doing okay?"

He still felt horrible for everything that happened. Brand did to- though he always tried to change the topic if it was all brought up. Lucas hated to when he had to. "Is Doc doing any better?"

[ostro_goth]

"He went to his own world, to face those that were hunting him," Teja says, "but he is returned from that now, also. All that went with you are doing well, still."

Pause.

"I have not seen any Amberite in quite a while; it is good to see one again."

[wheatencrown]

Teja gets a hug from a quiet goddess.

[ostro_goth]

Teja hugs her back.

"I let Carlotta meet the horses, yesterday," he says. "She named them!"

[wheatencrown]

"What did she name them?"

[ostro_goth]

"The dappled grey, Orion; the brown with the spotted rump, Bramble," Teja says. "I should write a note for Doc."

[wheatencrown]

"Wonderful names. How is she?"

[ostro_goth]

"Cheerful -- in her world, it is Christmas," Teja says. "She fell off the rafters when I mentioned the anniversary of my death, though."

[wheatencrown]

"I'm glad of that, she brings such joy into the world."

[ostro_goth]

"Oh, she does -- my fierce little Visigoth!" Teja says, proudly.

Pause.

"And Tonio brings joy to me, personally, quietly."