*She receives a catty grin in return, as well as a nod in recognition of her natural inclination towards music. The violin sings sweetly, rich notes wavered with soft vibrato. The countermelody keens high like the wind singing in the guylines of ships.*

*All too soon, however, the white-dressed violinist winks a bright eye to Menolly and draws the violin's countermelody to a soft close. A short bow, not too deep, and the violinist strides away towards the back corridor, and sleep.*

(ooc: We'll have to RP for real some time. I need to head to bed, but Yrael will be very interested in meeting another musician coming to the bar.)