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[aslyn_not_lion]

Who: Aslyn & Open
What: Molly is bored Cool flautists are cool.
Where: On the grounds
When: May 11, after classes, before dinner
Rating: Oh, no more than pg13, i'm certain. :D

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[use_your_noggin]

Gwen considered joining the beautiful melody she could hear with some singing or humming, but only for a second. Nobody wanted to hear that, especially not the flautist. Gwen had a sneaking suspicion as to who this particular flautist could be, mostly because she didn't know any other flautists. She didn't even know the word flautist existed to be honest.
She followed the music and smiled triumphantly when she saw that it was indeed Aslyn. She approached quietly and settled down nearby, so as not to disturn her friend, smiling sublimely.

[aslyn_not_lion]

Aslyn rested her head against the tree, eyes closed, and continued to play for a few minutes longer before she felt like she was being watched. Opening her eyes, she plucked the flute from her mouth and was startled to see Gwen there, when she didn't remember her presence.
"Oh! Gwen! Hi!"

[use_your_noggin]

"Hey Aslyn, don't stop on my account, love. You really are sickeningly talented."
She said sweetly, smiling and turning over so that she could lie on her front, facing her.

[aslyn_not_lion]

Aslyn smiled and twirled her flute between her fingers, "No, it's fine." She watched it bounce back and forth, "Thank you, though. How've you been, Gwen?"