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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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*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?"

No. They are my own fault. Mostly.

"Then play on, MacDuff, and do not mind my temper."

*Yrael laughs slightly.* Curse my curiosity, who is MacDuff?

He smiles. "It's an old famous quote. 'Lay on, MacDuff' has been used countless times in various fictions."

*filed away*

*Yrael chuckles, thoughtfully.* It is odd how some sayings and quotes seem to be universal, while others are limited to one world.

"Oh? What have you found to be universal?"

*he smirks.* 'Nervous as a cat in a room full of rockingchairs' is the one that readily springs to mind. I have heard it used by one or two patrons here who I know are from different worlds, as well as having heard it used by my sister, in my siblings' world.

"Heh. You should be a bob-tail cat. Then you wouldn't be nervous."

No rocking-chairs to be found in this bar, sorry. I do not get nervous much. Even if there were.

He chuckles. "No, I wouldn't imagine you would be."

He rises. "If you will excuse me, the fire calls." He yawns hugely.

Well, at least I know I did not cause that yawn. *Yrael grins.* Rest well, my friend.

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