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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael wanders into the bar from the back corridor, dressed all in white. He carries with him his violin, and on a whim brought his recorder with him, as well. He makes his way to the comfortable chair on the left side of the fire and sits down, setting his recorder down on the table beside the chair. Placing the violin to his shoulder, he pauses a moment to decide what to play. He begins playing a light, lilting dance, the melody all glinting sunlight and new leaves, turning in a warm spring breeze.*

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[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Zedd slowly puts his flute to his lips. A tune that seems to compliment Yrael's very well flows forth from his flute. It may not be the best song you have ever heard, but it does help add to Yrael's peacefull song.

Slowly he fits in smalls bits of joy in the song, farther enhancing the fine music.

[mogget_cat]

*The Musician tilts his head at Zedd, not smiling. He will allow another to join his music sometimes, but Yrael is a solo player by nature. Most do not presume so far as to join in without asking. It is considered rude.*

*The music continues its melody of peace. High trills and turns dapple the song like sunlight glinting through dappled green leaves that sway in the warm summer breeze, high and whispery across the violin strings.*

[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Zedd catches the lack of a smile and begins to fade his music out. He is looking very apologetic.

Once his music is gone he makes a gesture that basicly would translate to "I'm sorry that was rude, have a nice evening" more or less anyways. He walks off looking very displeased with himself.

[mogget_cat]

*Bright green catseyes watch him go from under the brim of a white hat.*