Yrael, the Eighth Bright Shiner (
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milliways_bar2005-03-16 07:23 pm
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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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I prefer to be scritched behind my ears, foo'.no subject
She stands, keeping tight reign on her temper. "But thank you for the drink. Good night."
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*But he grins.* But for such a wonderfully talented scritcher as you are, I shall always be glad to buy drinks.
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ooc: Have to leave for the night. It's been fun!
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*Yrael smiles to himself, holding up his drink.* She should be glad I did not change shapes in her lap. I was doing her a kindness.
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HEY!
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ooc: And I really am leaving now! *snickers*