[Even before becoming a faun, Myr had a keen appreciation for music--and he'd always been hungry for new songs, as treasured pieces of wider Thedas smuggled in from beyond Hasmal Circle's walls. Even if his world has grown much larger since those cramped days, he still delights in hearing something he never has before; Aefenglom has been a wonder for that.
He lifts his ears appreciatively as Reynir answers him, though he doesn't turn his head toward the other faun; the blindfold tied incongruously around it says he couldn't look even if he wished to.]
That does. I know more songs than just the ones from my city, [he replies. After a moment's consideration he takes a few oddly delicate steps toward Reynir, feeling out the ground with a hoof to make sure he's not about to pull down any vines.]
If you'd be so kind; I'd be delighted to hear it. And more about your home, if you're telling. [He'll just settle himself down on the ground right here to listen, looking about as rapturous as a deer can at the prospect of hearing more music.]
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He lifts his ears appreciatively as Reynir answers him, though he doesn't turn his head toward the other faun; the blindfold tied incongruously around it says he couldn't look even if he wished to.]
That does. I know more songs than just the ones from my city, [he replies. After a moment's consideration he takes a few oddly delicate steps toward Reynir, feeling out the ground with a hoof to make sure he's not about to pull down any vines.]
If you'd be so kind; I'd be delighted to hear it. And more about your home, if you're telling. [He'll just settle himself down on the ground right here to listen, looking about as rapturous as a deer can at the prospect of hearing more music.]