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Autumn, in Orpheus' opinion, is better than winter, though only slightly. The days are not as short as they will be, but sunlight is still more difficult to come by than he likes.
Still, there are things to celebrate, and though he often drifts into melancholy, he's been feeling a bit more upbeat lately. The presence of a certain god of music in the bar has absolutely nothing to do with it. Why would you even think that?
And since he's in a decent mood, he isn't hiding away in a corner somewhere. He's taken a seat near the fire with his guitar and is idly strumming something reminiscent of a family gathering around a hearth.
Not his family, of course. A functional one.
It sounds like home and comfort and perhaps even love.
Still, there are things to celebrate, and though he often drifts into melancholy, he's been feeling a bit more upbeat lately. The presence of a certain god of music in the bar has absolutely nothing to do with it. Why would you even think that?
And since he's in a decent mood, he isn't hiding away in a corner somewhere. He's taken a seat near the fire with his guitar and is idly strumming something reminiscent of a family gathering around a hearth.
Not his family, of course. A functional one.
It sounds like home and comfort and perhaps even love.