FORTY-TWO souls » a moonlight stroll

[martelandmany]

[The sun set a while back and raindrops are beginning to fall lightly over the village. Martel should theoretically be asleep, but she'd been restless, so she's out wandering along the riverbank. Eventually, she comes to sit on the bank of the river near the center of town

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[thirdhost]

[ emony should by all means be asleep as well, but restlessness has gotten the better of her, too, so she's out for a walk out of respect for her housemates and not wanting to wake them just because she can't seem to sleep. she wasn't expecting to find anyone else out at this hour, but luceti was always proving her assumptions to be wrong. ]

What sort of instrument is that?

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[martelandmany]

[Her humming fades to silence, and Martel's eyes glance over the instrument a bit less distantly for a moment before glancing up to the woman with a slight smile.] They're panpipes. [She offers them up to her, more of a 'here, you can look them over' than 'here, try them', though she wouldn't be upset either way.]

[ action ] so sorry for the delay, this notif got buried in my inbox. ;w;

[thirdhost]

Panpipes.

[ she echoes with a fascinated smile. as xenophobic as the majority of her species could be, emony was the square peg that didn't fit in the round hole as things from other worlds and cultures were things she couldn't help but want to know more about. why her people insisted on continuing to shun such things was beyond her. such an outdated way of thinking. ]

I assume you play?

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[martelandmany]

Since I was young.

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[thirdhost]

Must be nice, having a talent like that.

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[martelandmany]

Anyone can learn, really.