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[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

"Now that's convenient."

There is a harper standing in the bar with a piece of music under his arm. There is also a piano in the bar, with nobody playing it.

"I've always wanted to try one of these..."

Smiling, Gwion settles down and starts pressing keys, trying to figure out what's what.

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[mogget_cat]

*The white cat on the gold and green harpsichord next to the piano watches Gwion intently, purring.*

[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

Gwion strikes middle C softly.

[mogget_cat]

*The cat steps over to the piano and settles down on the top, chin on the edge, watching Gwion's fingers with its bright green eyes.*

[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

His fingers aren't moving too fast; it's a new instrument, after all. What he's doing now is listening, trying to figure out which note is which...and how that translates to this strange new system of musical notation he has learned.

[mogget_cat]

*idly, watching Gwion's fingers move* Good evening.

[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

His fingers still.

"Good evening."

He looks up at the cat.

[mogget_cat]

*The cat's green eyes shine.*

How have you been?

[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

"Well. And you?"

Middle C again.

[mogget_cat]

Well enough. A lot has been happening. I have been fortunate.

*He gestures to the harpsichord beside the piano.*

[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

Gwion looks at it. "That...is not a pianoforte, is it?"

[mogget_cat]

*The not'cat smiles.* It is a harpsichord. Like, but unlike. Instead of the strings being struck by hammers, as in a piano, they are plucked with quills.

[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

"The sound would be different, then." Gwion considers this.

[mogget_cat]

*He smiles.* Yes. The harpsichord has a more delicate sound, and it does not linger. Press the key too lightly, and the note does not play. Press the key too hard, and one will ruin the quills. It is a joy to play and behold.

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will approaches, listening to the soft music of Gwion's experimentation. He smiles a quick greeting when the harper looks in his direction.*

[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

And Gwion smiles back.

Hands away from the keyboard, now, he says in greeting, "I've read about this, but never had the opportunity to fiddle with one." Pause. "So to speak."

There's laughter in his voice.

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will snorts a little in amusement at the pun.*

Marvellous instrument, really.

[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

"Versatile."

He presses one of the pedals; the next note he strikes lingers on the air.

With a smile, he turns away from the piano. "And tell me, Will Stanton -- how are matters with you this evening?"

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*cheerfully* Oh, well, thanks. How is it with you?

[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

"Well enough."

Pause.

"Merlion came in here last night with confetti in his hair."

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will blinks. One gets the sense of him getting a mildly disconcerting mental picture.*

...Any special reason?

[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

"A war ended. He...didn't seem inclined to take part in the celebration."

The words are said easily enough. Will probably understands this, and Gwion knows that.

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will does understand, and sobers a little. He nods.*

[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

Gwion, on the other hand, is smiling.

"He didn't seem to like the confetti, either."

He strikes a few notes softly.

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*drily* No, I shouldn't think so.

*There's the hint of a grin there.*

[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

"Have you ever seen him...not in the mood for confetti, certainly." Gwion smiles, looking down. "But -- not quite so much himself as usual?"

A soft melody, now.