Ὀρφεύς - Orpheus (
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As stubborn, and yes contentious, as he can be at times, Orpheus is taking his punishment very easily. He had one request, which had been granted much easier than he would have expected.
So upon leaving the infirmary, he heads straight to the bar and lays his hand on the surface. "Can I get something to leave a note on, lovely?"
A napkin and an orange crayon pop up on the surface, and Orpheus laughs. "I guess that'll work."
He quickly scrawls out a note:
For safekeeping.
-O
And then, with visible difficulty he places note and guitar on the surface of the bar. "Will you make sure Apollo gets this?" He hasn't been without his instrument since he was without his body. It's not easy to give it up now, even into such capable hands.
A moment later, the guitar is no longer there, and neither is the musician. Instead, hopping on a bar stool, is a bird:
He really doesn't mind this too much, other than the loss of guitar. At least he can still sing.
Now all he needs is someone to open the back door for him.
So upon leaving the infirmary, he heads straight to the bar and lays his hand on the surface. "Can I get something to leave a note on, lovely?"
A napkin and an orange crayon pop up on the surface, and Orpheus laughs. "I guess that'll work."
He quickly scrawls out a note:
For safekeeping.
-O
And then, with visible difficulty he places note and guitar on the surface of the bar. "Will you make sure Apollo gets this?" He hasn't been without his instrument since he was without his body. It's not easy to give it up now, even into such capable hands.
A moment later, the guitar is no longer there, and neither is the musician. Instead, hopping on a bar stool, is a bird:
He really doesn't mind this too much, other than the loss of guitar. At least he can still sing.
Now all he needs is someone to open the back door for him.
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Knights must have a knack for finding birds in places where they don't belong."Did you get stuck inside?" the Knight asks as though talking to a bird is completely normal. "Well, come on. I'll let you out."
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"Friendly one," he muses. "Do you live here, I wonder? Or another visitor?"
While he speaks, Lohengrin opens the back door, expecting the bird to take off.
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He sings his answer carefully, trying to make his gift work with this new instrument. There's almost a feeling to his song, a feeling of traveling, being far from home for a very long time.
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"Can you manage among the creatures here, then? There was a three-headed dog outside here the first day I arrived."
The Knight had been inside when that happened but a dog as big as Cerberus can't get around without making his presence known.
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Which he sort of is.
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Stranger things have happened, he has to admit.
"You have quite a gift for expressing yourself, friend."
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"I'm pretty far from home myself," he says. "Not just here but where I was before I came here. Milliways has cut my exploration of my temporary home short for the time being."
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He sings a quick chorus of understanding. He's far from home in his world as well, has been for a very long time.
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The kingdom itself is a nice place, his reason for being there aside.
"Will you continue to accompany me? My horse might enjoy your company on our ride."
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"Hello Pfeifferkuchen," he says. "We have a guest with us on our ride."
Pfeiffer appears to be fine with this. Lohengrin prepares her for the ride and leads her out of the stable.
"We haven't known each other long but we found this place together."
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It's peaceful. A trip around the lake and just outside the woods. The Knight says nothing to supplement the rhythmic beat of Pfeifferkuchen's hooves.
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It's such a simple thing yet makes much difference.
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