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[un_fantome]

Just inside the bar there is violin music, soft but slowly growing more confident. The player isn't the best, no, but Silas is clearly someone who'd had lessons, and who knows how to use the instrument. Every so often he has to stop and flex his wrist, rotating it with an expression of mild discomfort.

Come listen to him if you're of a mind.

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[ostro_goth]

Teja is by the fireplace, whith his harp; his warm cloak is over the back of his high-backed chair, and he is wearing warm socks inside his caligae. It is the season when the Italian Goth truly starts to feel uncomfortable outside, and seeks warmth.

He is not playing now, though. His harp is leaning by the side of his chair, and he is listening to Silas. An Yrael, the young man may not be, but he is doing passably well. A badly played violin, Teja has learned, can approach aural torture: - this, Silas' play most surely is not!

[un_fantome]

Silas is a little out of practice, but the ease of playing is slowly coming back; when he finishes the song he has to vibrate the sting his fingertip rests on to avoid the note being scratchy and ugly. The movement makes him nearly drop the violin out of sharp discomfort bordering on pain and he sets it down quickly, his other hand wrapping around it to stabilize the joint.

"Hello Teja."

[ostro_goth]

"Greetings, Silas," Teja says. "Music sometimes is not easy to make; but you are doing rather well."

[un_fantome]

"I am trying, anyway," he says. "I used to play the violin, but it's been a while."

[ostro_goth]

"At least, your music is not trying upon men's ears," Teja says. "With time, your skills shall return and grow."

[un_fantome]

"It isn't likely," Silas says, shaking his head. "It's very difficult to hold the violin for long. It makes my wrist hurt."

[ostro_goth]

"You might wear some sort of brace, or bandage?" Teja says. "Made of sturdy leather?"

[un_fantome]

"I have a brace," he says. "Made to help heal the injury I had on my wrist. But it doesn't let me bend and twist it."

[ostro_goth]

"One should make a brace like an archer's," Teja muses, "supporting yet supple."

[un_fantome]

"It would defeat the purpose of a brace if I could move my wrist freely," Silas reminds him. "For now I'm content with only playing short songs."

[ostro_goth]

"I have seen archer's wrist-bands, and made them," Teja says. "One of those might help."

[un_fantome]

"But I am no archer. I know the kind of brace I have and what would be useful," she says, not in the mood to argue. "A leather wristband wouldn't help stabilize anything."

[ostro_goth]

"Should you change your mind, or wish to experiment, you know to find me," Teja says.