ϡ - Chapter TwentySeven; The brief interlude [voice/action] backdated to the 10th

[folkloristic]

[ It’s been awhile and with everything that’s occurred he had almost forgotten. But it’s September 10th once again. That day…that day Elise passed away and he lost the most important person to him. He’s lost a lot here, been through a lot here. But the memory doesn’t fade, doesn’t heal, and he doesn’t want it to. This is for her and everything she

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[refinedmaestro]

[Frederic had heard the message over the journal and decided to find his friend, eventually finding him when he heard the song being hummed.]

That is a beautiful song, Helios.

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[folkloristic]

[ Oh gosh you startled him Frederic. He might sit up straighter from his position on the ground. He knows the voice so he relaxes immediately afterwards. ] It is?

[ Compliment Helios... ] Oh, I-I mean yes, yes of course. Thank you Frederic. Um you're up late. Is everything all right?

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[refinedmaestro]

[Frederic simply smiles and walks closer to where his friend is to join him.] Yes, everything is all right. I was just going out for a late night stroll when I heard you singing.

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[folkloristic]

Ah good, good. Is Poland settling in nicely then? [ After the other day and all that. But Helios laughs a little. ]

Singing is a bit of an overstatement, Frederic. But I do like to think I can hum somewhat decently.

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[refinedmaestro]

Yes, he is. I'm so glad Feliks is back with me.

[He laughs a little as well.] Even a simple hum can become beautiful music, Helios.

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[folkloristic]

I'm sure he's glad to be back with you. [ There's a smile it's somewhat sad but a smile nonetheless. ] I still apologize for what happened a few days ago. [ Him and his incredibly bad timing. But Helios looks at Frederic when he says that. ]

I suppose you're right.

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[refinedmaestro]

Oh it's all right Helios, you did not know. [He's use to you cockblocking him anyway, so he'll just smile.] Being a composer for years has taught me many things about music.

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[folkloristic]

[ He's trying to let it happen so much. But he's kinda failing in that department. ]

I wish I knew how to play it on the Mandolin. It would probably sound much better than way. [ Alas he doesn't know how to play any instruments really. ]

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[refinedmaestro]

I'm familiar with Spanish music, but I've never composed for it. Perhaps you should ask Giles about trying to play the Mandolin, since he knows how to play a guitar.

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[folkloristic]

You? Never composed for something? [ It's a teasing sort of distress in his voice. Nothing but a smile on his face as he does it. His expression will go back to being neutral though. ]

Hm. It's a thought. Perhaps I will ask. I'm not sure how similar they are, never hurts to ask.

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[refinedmaestro]

I'm not an expert of all instruments, Helios. [Yes, he's willing to admit this.] Yes, Giles is wiser than me with certain things.

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[folkloristic]

I know Frederic. I was teasing. [ He gives the composer an amused look. ] I'll have to ask him about it then. Later though.

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[refinedmaestro]

Who was that song for though? If it was for anyone.

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[folkloristic]

It was for me. Elise, um, w-wrote it for me.

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[refinedmaestro]

That was very kind of her, I take it she loved music.

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[folkloristic]

She always did little things that you wouldn't normal think of doing. And she did like music, very much. All sorts from classical to contemporary. I think she would love to have met you.