[ Once the initial shock at seeing such a large deer passes, Reynir has a moment to take in the details a little better. He watches the careful way that it is moving - is that because of the blindfold, he wonders, or some other reason? It's hard to know what to expect, in a place where the magic is so foreign to what he's used to. If he saw this creature in his own world, he would think it was an omen, or perhaps some kind of spirit. Here, though, he can't be sure.

But he's going to treat it with the respect that he would if he were sure it was a powerful spirit. ]

Oh! Of course, I'd be happy to. You might regret asking that, actually, the full moon gets me, um - I mean, I talk a lot even on a normal day and I'll just ramble your ears off on a full moon if you're not careful.

[ The deer is settling itself down, which is actually a little bit of a relief. It seems gentle, but all the same, Reynir's not very used to being around creatures that are bigger than him - especially not since he'd grown a few inches from his change into a Faun. He adjusts his hold on the pipes, dithering a moment. ]

I, uh. Sorry, I've only been playing for um - for a few months, so I'm not - I'm not the best, but. Here goes.

[ He begins a song on the pipes; it's his best approximation of a folk tune that he'd heard many times growing up. Not completely accurate, but as close as he could get from memory and with a still somewhat limited knowledge of music.

When the song is done he lowers the pipes. ]

That's the only one I've taught myself so far...