Seeking advice (semi-open)

[jarndyceheir]

Richard was not a man used to looking for advice. He had been on his own from a young age and had thus grown accustomed to making his own decisions, even to the point of grieving Mr. Jarndyce and his other friends at times. So now that he found himself unsure of his course of action, the idea of asking for advice was one that puzzled him

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[hunt_theheart]

*Curio will give him a wave and a bow as he wanders through on his way to the kitchens--and, once he's buttered some rolls and spread them with jam, he'll bring them back with him in case Richard wants any (peering over his shoulder)* What's this? Is't writing in some other tongue?

[jarndyceheir]

"In a manner of speaking. It's notation used for writing music. See, here is the lyric," Richard indicates with his finger, "and these symbols here denote the rhythm and pitch."

[hunt_theheart]

*follows them with his own fingers, at last declaring with a laugh* 'Tis far too much for me! What dost thou play?

[jarndyceheir]

"Nothing well. I sang a little, back home, but most people learned to. It was a common form of amusement, and Ada played quite well on the piano."

[hunt_theheart]

*beams* I thought to sing to mine own Rosalind--and if she laughed, 'twas fair in the attempt.

[jarndyceheir]

He smiles as well. "Music becomes sweeter for love of the musician, always."

[hunt_theheart]

Ay. *a dreamy little smile--and then offers his rolls* Wouldst thou like some simple, sweet repast to ease thy study of notation, sir?

[jarndyceheir]

He smiles a little smaller but less far away. "Thank you." He takes a roll. "And how are you, dear Curio?"

[hunt_theheart]

Ah, passing well. *sits on the floor beside Richard's chair, taking a bite from one of his rolls* I have been maid and boy, and now am resting as myself again.

[jarndyceheir]

"Ah. I was a boy again, I think, but it's all rather blurred, as if I only dreamed it. It was so last time it happened as well." He absently runs a finger over the pad of his thumb. "Tom was a woman as well, for a bit."

[hunt_theheart]

'Twas pleasant dreaming, in thy company. *laughs* But Tom was far the fairer maid, I wist; his hair waved like the autumn-bronzed wheat-- *but it's only a teasing little reverie, and he breaks off with a smile* My lady, too, was changed to a man, and merry were our sports in altered guise.

[jarndyceheir]

"Indeed." Richard's look and voice are both quiet, and he takes a bite of his roll.

[hunt_theheart]

*looks up at him, not sure what that expression bodes* Art sad, my friend? Or didst thou badly sleep?

[jarndyceheir]

He shakes his head. "Forgive me. I simply..." He hesitates. "May I speak frankly with you?"

[hunt_theheart]

*tilts his head* An thou wish't, I will thy confessor be, and keep thy secrets safe as would a priest--

[jarndyceheir]

"It is not..." He looks down. "It is rather complicated, I fear."