[The fae was tempted to ask more. Not that she was interested much in the things, or she hadn't thought she was. She just liked the sound, the tones it carried even if she couldn't replicate it the few times she'd tried to play.
Was this instrument harder to play than others? Was that why it was rarer? Was that why the Faun had taught herself?
But she didn't, she would listen politely. Eyes creasing in a closed-eye smile. Even if that seemed peaceful, there was still the odd fidget. Just little things, like her antenna, wings, something stirring under her skin that urge to move.
A feeling that dampens a little as the fae jerks at the question. Tilting her head. Large eyes, blinking.]
More stirring? [Iramaat, you may have caught a dumb fae.]
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Was this instrument harder to play than others? Was that why it was rarer? Was that why the Faun had taught herself?
But she didn't, she would listen politely. Eyes creasing in a closed-eye smile. Even if that seemed peaceful, there was still the odd fidget. Just little things, like her antenna, wings, something stirring under her skin that urge to move.
A feeling that dampens a little as the fae jerks at the question. Tilting her head. Large eyes, blinking.]
More stirring? [Iramaat, you may have caught a dumb fae.]