[Open] This mellifluous tongue

[myrddin_wyllt]

It's a fresh autumn afternoon and Merlin is taking a break from his winter preparations. He's found a hollow piece of wood, and he's played with it, crafted it into a rudimentary flute. He's sitting on a tree stub out in a clearing and playing it slowly, experimenting. It's sometimes good, sometimes terrible, sometimes soulful, sometimes playful.

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[misborncat]

Asato love music. Really, he does. To him, that is the basis of all magic and he's going to be sitting, far enough away to not be intrusive, and listen while knitting a pair of woolen gloves.

[myrddin_wyllt]

Merlin will keep playing, and he'll glance at his friend, wink at him encouragingly, as if to say, you're welcome to sit with.

[misborncat]

Asato hesitates a few moments before gathering up his things and shifting to sit a bit closer, his ears turned towards Merlin and his song.

[myrddin_wyllt]

Merlin will finish, then he'll smile. "Why, Asato, what have you here?"

He's happy to see his friend, as always.

pick a Merlin, any Merlin

[killedthesnake]

Neville has been meaning to seek out Merlin for some time now, but despite the lack of scheduled obligations at the Mansion, he's been busy. First, with starting his greenhouse plants from scratch after Morgoth's visit, then celebrating his birthday and subsequently sleeping it off, and finally with working on the play's set, he hasn't made a point to find the revered wizard. And actually, he's not looking for him now, instead going for a walk for the exercise and fresh air.

He'll hear the music, and follow the sound, until at last he comes upon its source.

Middle-aged it is, then! :D

[myrddin_wyllt]

Merlin doesn't stop playing, but his eyes are mischievous when he spots Neville, and he'll nod in greeting.

He's going to go on with the tune to its normal ending, though.

<3

[killedthesnake]

Neville nods back with a smile. He's glad the other wizard doesn't stop his tune, enjoying the sound of it. He'll even find a nearby stump and take a seat.

[myrddin_wyllt]

When he's done playing, Merlin pauses and grins at Neville. "Well, lad, it's been a time, has it?"

[wycked_witch]

Millicent has been actively looking for the wizard, and not knowing where he lives, has to rely on chance. She hates relying on anything but herself, so she's in a foul mood lately, but she can't give up on finding him, not if she wants her wand back.

[myrddin_wyllt]

Merlin would very much like to know if she's learned her lesson or not, thank you very much.

And there might be a bear looking peaceable, in a clearing.

Why yes, he's not going to make it easy.

[wycked_witch]

Millicent spies the bear warily, slowing her walking so as not to provoke it. She has no idea it's Merlin, so her main concern is putting enough distance between them to ensure she has time to summon a spell to protect herself.

[myrddin_wyllt]

Unfortunately for her, Merlin!Bear has spotted her, and will probably raise his snout her way.