Steel Strings [Audio/Open]

[lastofvaldemar]

Why in the name of...

[There's an odd, sort of out-of-tune twang that mellows into a proper note, even as it plays. Van strikes the note again and makes a more subtle adjustment]

Why would you string a nine-string lute with steel strings? It's murder on the tuning.

[And once more~ That time seems right....can't deny the tone, though. Miss Kate,

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[ttlynotawizard]

[There's a strong clearing of a throat here.]

And here I thought we had a gained a positive memory to associate with the harvest season.

[lastofvaldemar]

I hate Harvest, and nothing you say will make me change my mind.

Unless you're willing to go into the snow, I think I'm entitled to hate the entire Harvest season. Is that fair?

[ttlynotawizard]

You wound me, love.

[He's laughing.]

[lastofvaldemar]

...

[pffff deflated.]

You started it.

[ttlynotawizard]

I'm not saying it's undeserved.

[lastofvaldemar]

Rogue. Lush. Degenerate.

You're a terrible influence.

[ttlynotawizard]

I plead guilty to all charges.

[lastofvaldemar]

You're just trying to butter both sides of the bread, and get an invite to hear Kate and I play together.

[ttlynotawizard]

Is it working?

[lastofvaldemar]

If Kate agrees. Havens know you'll get an agreement out of her easily enough.

[ttlynotawizard]

It's amazing what a pathetic smile and glass of wine can do.

[lastofvaldemar]

[scoff]