(Untitled)

[golden_lyre]

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

Comments

[luvitwnurescume]

Dixie - music lover that she is - is paying attention to the melody.

If Orpheus listens, he'll be able to hear her accompaniment - soft and low.

[golden_lyre]

He can always hear something like that, and it makes him frown and pause in his playing, looking up to see where it comes from.

[luvitwnurescume]

If he looks over his shoulder he'll see a blonde, all dressed up in an attractive traveling costume of purples and blacks, leaning on the bar and singing along softly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus very definitely stops when he finds who it is.

He's not really a duet sort of person. Not unless his partner is significantly more divine.

[luvitwnurescume]

Dixie gives him a cheshire grin in return.

"You do have quite a feel for the music." She puts her hands on her hips and grins, "Did you mind my singin' along?"

[golden_lyre]

He arches an eyebrow. "Quite a feel?"

He's very nearly certain he's the best she's ever heard, and his ego is suffering enough from the unasked for accompaniment.

"I'm not really a duet person."

[luvitwnurescume]

Oh, he rather is. But Dixie's not one to fawn unless she's trying to get something out of a man, and she isn't in this case.

"I wasn't dueting - I was accompanying," she points out.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus doesn't consider it fawning, just the appreciation his talent deserves.

"I don't require accompaniment."

[luvitwnurescume]

Oooh, Dixie's ego! She opts for flattery. "Well, you don't sound like you need it." She smirks. "I bet you've been playing for an awful long time."

[golden_lyre]

"For nearly my entire life, yes." He's still wary. It would take a lot more flattery than that to get back on his good side.

[luvitwnurescume]

Oh, she'll get there. Dix is an expert when it comes to flattery. "Did your folks teach you?"

[golden_lyre]

"Yes, you could say that."

[luvitwnurescume]

She leans against the wall beside the fireplace. "Do you have conservatory training?" The sort that Dixie once dreamed of, when she was younger.

[golden_lyre]

"No, I learned from the master."

[luvitwnurescume]

"Well, they must have been a fine teacher, whoever they were." Her fingers tap against the bar. "You were taught by a master, you have a lot of talent and...I think I'll hazard a guess and say you do this for a living?"

[golden_lyre]

"Not a master. The master."

He's still a bit annoyed by 'a lot of talent.' He'd prefer 'incredible' or 'enormous.'

"I earn my living by it, yes."