[Open] Then may he play his harp in peace...

[seasideminstrel]

The last couple of days have not been good, euphemistically said. Maglor has stalked the grounds like a captive thing, with his sword and flute at his side, sometimes mustering enough patience to blot down this or that imperfect composition, if his mind allowed him enough calm. His behaviour, perhaps, has much of his father's restlessness, but it

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[kamloops_rose]

Here comes a young woman who has a weakness for elven minstrels.... and the sound of the harp calls her, she almost comes urgently, but pauses when she sees this figure which she does not know.

And stops, listening, even if the playing is tentative, eyes half-closed.

She wants to talk to the player, to know him - but she will not interrupt.

Delilah never does.

Seemed to me like she should probably meet Mags, y/y? ^___^

[seasideminstrel]

The harping will continue undisturbed for a little while, unless Maglor perhaps becomes aware of being watched by some nonthreatening presence, and opens his eyes a fraction, stilling his fingers on the strings, so the golden sound ceases.

"Hello," he says neutrally, inclining his head.

[kamloops_rose]

Oh, no! She disturbed him! Delilah looks embarrassed, and takes a careful step away from him.

"I'm very sorry," she says softly - her voice is a little bit throaty, but warm, which contrasts with her laughter, when it happens. "I didn't mean to interrupt you."

But there's definite interest in her demeanor, a bit of awe. He's taller than Daeron, beautiful, too, but in a different way, and, to her, a little bit more impressive by sheer virtue of his height.

[seasideminstrel]

"It is well," he says, his head tilted a fraction, in some wary, detached kind of interest that may make him appear more haughty than he is.

"You look as though you expected someone else and instead found me."

[cute_shinigami]

And here's someone with an air of gentle darkness about him, who is in awe of the Elves. Tsuzuki has been busy in the greenhouse, cutting bamboo stalks and setting them to dry in a sunny spot, thus as he approaches the porch, he likely stll has bamboo foliage caught in his hair. Hearing the music as he reaches the porch, he pauses, listening, in awe, but on seeing the musician, he almost turns back, afraid of what the outcome might be if the harpist should see him and sense what he is.

[seasideminstrel]

Maglor finishes a song and looks up. Perhaps it is chance, perhaps he is aware of the young man's peculiar nature, though not necessarily, what exactly he has been sensing.

"Greetings. And what manner of being would you be?" He is friendly enough, at any rate, even if somewhat distanced.

[cute_shinigami]

"Well, I've been told I'm likely a Maia of some kind," he says, awkwardly yet earnestly. "That song was lovely... did you write it yourself?" he asks.

[seasideminstrel]

"If you are, then one of Mandos', I daresay." Maglor's manner closes up, and he turns back to his music. "Thank you. Although if you seek to take me, you will have to fight me. I have no intention of heeding his call."

[sissy_queen]

By now, we might assume that Guinevere has recovered (at least partially) from her relatively disastrous encounter with Medraut. She might have been heading out just to take some sun, and when she returns, and hears the playing (it's incredibly familiar), she'll run back towards the Mansion.

All visions of horror of her husband being killed by his nephew have vanished from her mind, and she'll stop short, breathless, looking at the elf with happy, wide eyes.

"Maglor! You're here!" She missed her friend - enough to even beg Sir Lovel, when he was still around, to find him for her.

And of course we don't expect him to remember her, but traumatizing Gwen is one of the typist's favorite hobbies. >.>

Also, I want to send Cara, but he's currently spilling awkward beans at Mae, so I want to wait for that to be done before he's punted over here. >.>

[seasideminstrel]

Maglor is startled, to say the least, to be greeted by name by an unfamiliar Adan woman, and rises to his feet, clutching the harp to his chest and letting the strings shudder and ring out.

"Lady --" the least thing he wants is to disappoint someone else, whether he knows her, or not, and although he means to hide it, it has him sound helpless and awkward. "I fear I am not the man you take me for."

Hee! Feel free to send Cara at a later point, the post isn't going away. ;)

[sissy_queen]

This stops her dead in her tracks - she looks at him, blinks. And then again.

"-- you do not know me?" It's -- half conceivable, have not. Mordred certainly did not remember being there... and there was Agravaine, who seemed to regularly lose memories... not to mention her own patchy mind.

"-- forgive me," she says, quickly. "I must have taken you for another - a long lost friend, very dear to me."

But you play just like him, and he had no equal...

Marvelous! It's kind of an important interaction, so I'd really rather wait to know what level of broken he's at. >.>

[seasideminstrel]

"There is nothing to forgive, friendship and love least of all. My name is Maglor, indeed, and others have told me I was here once before, but the memory of my stay has left me."

He looks up to meet her eyes, probing and questioning. "But if we were friends once, it is conceivable it may become so again." His gaze falls on his harp again, and perhaps it is easier to speak to a well-intentioned stranger than to those he knows well. "I for one have dire need of friends." But she must listen closely to hear that. For all his strong voice he is very silent.

[misborncat]

Asato is very fond of music. Very fond. So when he hears what sounds like strings being played, of course he has to come and investigate.

He sees the man for one of the people with almost-proper ears and hangs back a bit, wanting to be polite and wanting to listen a bit more.

[seasideminstrel]

Maglor plays on a little longer, head tilted in concentration and eyes half-closed, but in the end he will find some little thing, a peg to tighten here and there, another thrum, a satisfied nod.

Then he looks up and glances around, and nods in greeting, even if the young man with cat-ears and tail makes him wonder what kind of being he is, or how he came to look this way.

[misborncat]

He wonders the same thing about everyone here, so Asato understands. He smiles a bit and nods back.

"You're very good."

[seasideminstrel]

"It is in my name, and has been my profession for a long time," he says quietly, albeit not without surprise at the praise.

[labiondaisotta]

Here's a healer who can perhaps soothe his ailment even more, and whose words might prove helpful and wise as well. She's also charmed by singing and dancing, so she'll brighten up at the sight of the harp and will hurry closer to him, catching herself only as she nearly invades his personal space.

If you agree we can soon wrap up the interaction with Amber in her room, and I'll send her this way afterwards, in a calmer and more composed state, to have a decent conversation.

[seasideminstrel]

By now perhaps some time has passed, Maglor is content with the tuning of his newly made harp. He is playing with eyes half-closed - there is no need for him to watch where the fingers fall to produce melodies, effortlessly changing from one into the other, it is mainly to familiarize himself with the instrument.

"Watch your steps," he mutters, when she comes too close and his thumb slips from the string and produces an ugly sound of discord in the otherwise flawless playing.

[labiondaisotta]

"I -- I beg your pardon, sir," she promptly clamps a pale hand over her mouth. "I'm afraid I was so charmed by the beauty of your music that I forgot myself."

[seasideminstrel]

"Then take care to not fall over the musician. My harp is newly crafted, I would not see any harm come to her. Or to a lady such as you must be."