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*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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"Very much so. As I enjoyed the plant she turned me into before it, and the duck before that."

He considers things. "Death and I spoke. Initially she wanted me to stop spending time with Delirium. I convinced her otherwise."

*He looks curious. How can he not?* Oh? How?

"Honesty and sincerity. And the willingness to accept the threat she made without a fuss."

There is no tone of admiration in the next sentence. He refuses to allow the paralell to go beyond this one point. "Much like Archie."

*dryly* Archie should be getting used to being threatened by now. All he has to wonder about concerning the rest of his existence, should he make Svava cry again, is who gets to him first.

He sneezes in amusement. "True. I have to worry now if the rest of the Endless will do as we have done ..."

*Yrael shrugs.* They are quite protective of their littlest sister. From what I gather, she has been hurt before. I admit little knowledge of the situation, however. I have never met her face-to-face, as it were.

He nods. "She was once Delight all the time. She is quite a dear as such, but ..." He shrugs. "I am foolishly fond of her all the time. Let others fear her in her usual guise, I never will."

*idly* I would like to meet her, someday.

He smiles. "Go mad."

*He shrugs.* Did that a couple of times. Had fun. Got collared again before I got my freedom, though. Stupid ring.

"Have you done it here?"

*He idly adjusts a violin string.* Once. Just once, here. Before we met.

"Then she should already be familiar ..."

As I said, I have not met her 'face-to-face'. It is similar to having an imagination but not having met Dream.

He gives Yrael a nod. "I will introduce you two the first chance I get."

*he smiles.* Thank you.

*The peaceful playing continues, the notes as smooth as pebbles in a streambed the melody washes over, reflecting the stars above. It is a quiet, peaceful tune.*

He listens for a moment, then cat-chuckles. "Oh, and Yrael?"

*Yrael looks up from his playing.* Mm?

He smirks. "Please don't threaten her."

I would not, my friend. I know better.

He nods, grinning. "I know. But it's one more parallel we don't need."

*He smiles slightly, wryly.* I am not liking parallels at the moment, so I shall begrudgingly agree.

He raises his eyebrow. "Something the matter in your life, my friend?"

Remembering too much, is all. Finding connections that I do not necessarily like.

"Can anything be done to help?"