[He lets his eyes lazily follow the gull, tilting his head curiously. His memory of the sea is so far into the past that he barely remembered what one sounded like.]
[And that song as well, old and familiar from a tale he used to know as a child, but never heard quite this way. As the notes come back he hums along with the melody, then frees his hands to call for his lyre.]
[The story of a hero shipwrecked at sea... Without getting up, he begins playing a soft harmony.]
(ooc: I don't mind at all! Link's Awakening was my first Zelda, so Marin will always have a special place in my heart. Great to meet you!)
[She certainly is a bit out of place. He watches her for a moment while continuing to play, but when she does not seem fazed by the setting he relaxes again. As long as she's comfortable.]
[When she ceases to sing he sends his lyre away to better listen. He lifts an eyebrow, but smiles faintly and sits up with a sticky sound.]
You are probably right, My Lady. I did enjoy looking.
[He gets off the table and gives her a small bow.]
I apologize for my current informality, may I be of help on this day?
lakshfljash I didn't just do that!silent_sheikahFebruary 17 2009, 04:10:58 UTC
[He smiles ruefully and nods, distantly reminded of Malon's threat to 'Whap him with a pitchfork' if he kept calling her that. At least this young woman did not promise bodily harm.]
Miss Marin then.
[Making a subdued sound of agreement, he glances around the room.]
I suppose it is, but I am often here. [He glances up to the nonexistent ceiling.] It was long in coming, but parts of it have begun to fade away.
[Blinking back to the subject.] I pray you forgive me if you are uncomfortable Miss Marin; I do not know how to go elsewhere.
[Sheik watches the breeze shift the flowers; he may or may not be trying to politely avoid calling her by just her name. At the question he nods and waves to a blank patch of wall that would fit a door.]
Sometimes. [He sits back on the table again.] But wanting to leave seems to hold me here tighter. It will change on its own, but only if its existence is accepted.
[He sighs quietly, almost talking to himself.] I am not always here. It is when I need to see something that it returns.
[She does have a pleasant smile, the kind that makes a face look warmer like a glow. The one he gives in return is subdued, but peaceful.]
I do not yet know. [A pause to watch the sky.] But I believe it may have to do with someone very brave that I spoke with. [He looks to his hands, and the stains that are out of place, in blood not his own.] Very brave.
[After a moment he glances back to Marin, gaze curious. He remembered from the legend a girl with an enchanting voice, but she never had a name. What was his subconscious doing?]
Are you... from the island of the Wind Fish, Miss Marin?
[He looks to the floor. It's easier to talk in here, but the subject still aches.]
I think... I wish she hadn't needed to be.
[He doesn't expand, his thoughts are going in to many directions. Instead he takes the change of subject and nods, treading carefully as he responds.]
Only in my teachings, but yes. It is where the ballad you play is said to come from. [Leaving out that 'teachings' refers to old tales of illusions and not geography.]
[Inspire was not exactly the word he was looking for, but he does not want to explain the situation to Marin. She is kind, and does not need her smile saddened by his guilt. He merely nods and stares at his feet until she speaks again.]
I am not, it was by chance and a curiosity for music that I learned, and I fear my knowledge is barely worth mentioning. Until today I did not even know the island's name.
[He gives a small shrug to his helplessness. He wants to ask about the Wind Fish's sleep, but dares not step there yet.]
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[And that song as well, old and familiar from a tale he used to know as a child, but never heard quite this way. As the notes come back he hums along with the melody, then frees his hands to call for his lyre.]
[The story of a hero shipwrecked at sea... Without getting up, he begins playing a soft harmony.]
(ooc: I don't mind at all! Link's Awakening was my first Zelda, so Marin will always have a special place in my heart. Great to meet you!)
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[When she ceases to sing he sends his lyre away to better listen. He lifts an eyebrow, but smiles faintly and sits up with a sticky sound.]
You are probably right, My Lady. I did enjoy looking.
[He gets off the table and gives her a small bow.]
I apologize for my current informality, may I be of help on this day?
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Miss Marin then.
[Making a subdued sound of agreement, he glances around the room.]
I suppose it is, but I am often here. [He glances up to the nonexistent ceiling.] It was long in coming, but parts of it have begun to fade away.
[Blinking back to the subject.] I pray you forgive me if you are uncomfortable Miss Marin; I do not know how to go elsewhere.
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Sometimes. [He sits back on the table again.] But wanting to leave seems to hold me here tighter. It will change on its own, but only if its existence is accepted.
[He sighs quietly, almost talking to himself.] I am not always here. It is when I need to see something that it returns.
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I do not yet know. [A pause to watch the sky.] But I believe it may have to do with someone very brave that I spoke with. [He looks to his hands, and the stains that are out of place, in blood not his own.] Very brave.
[After a moment he glances back to Marin, gaze curious. He remembered from the legend a girl with an enchanting voice, but she never had a name. What was his subconscious doing?]
Are you... from the island of the Wind Fish, Miss Marin?
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I think... I wish she hadn't needed to be.
[He doesn't expand, his thoughts are going in to many directions. Instead he takes the change of subject and nods, treading carefully as he responds.]
Only in my teachings, but yes. It is where the ballad you play is said to come from. [Leaving out that 'teachings' refers to old tales of illusions and not geography.]
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I am not, it was by chance and a curiosity for music that I learned, and I fear my knowledge is barely worth mentioning. Until today I did not even know the island's name.
[He gives a small shrug to his helplessness. He wants to ask about the Wind Fish's sleep, but dares not step there yet.]
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