Post by Maven of the Strings on Oct 7, 2013 13:41:27 GMT -5
There's a note on the table, which Sona's companion picks up. 'I'm ready to go when you are.' The Maven's sweet smile lights the room, and even her simple travelling garments cannot conceal the beauty of her form. Her gently-calloused hands flutter over the steel strings like a fidget, producing lovely sounds.
'We'll go to the Historical district, then to the war monuments, and after, we'll shop at the Ivory Ward- I'm not sure if we're eating.' Alexis holds the note out, and the Maven takes it with a gentle nod. Bearing the Etwahl in her lap, she plays- the chords are warm, and tuned in a major key. It calls them in, a lovely invitation, and Alexis interprets it correctly, waving in the guide and the guard behind her.
'You must be our guide,' writes the musician, her instrument floating on its own as it waits for her hands to return. 'Please, call me Sona. Are we ready to leave?'
'We'll go to the Historical district, then to the war monuments, and after, we'll shop at the Ivory Ward- I'm not sure if we're eating.' Alexis holds the note out, and the Maven takes it with a gentle nod. Bearing the Etwahl in her lap, she plays- the chords are warm, and tuned in a major key. It calls them in, a lovely invitation, and Alexis interprets it correctly, waving in the guide and the guard behind her.
'You must be our guide,' writes the musician, her instrument floating on its own as it waits for her hands to return. 'Please, call me Sona. Are we ready to leave?'