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[twelvestones]

*he's inside -- in a corner of the main room, someplace inconspicious but not impossible to find -- and he could be easily tracked down by the quiet, melodic strains of music audible throughout the room; they're issuing from his flute, with which he's curled up, small but appearing perfectly comfortable, wings folded around him* *his eyes are

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[rebel_mortal]

*for now, she'll just stand there, listening to him -- not sure who exactly it is, but music will usually draw her to it, and she wouldn't think to interrupt it*

[twelvestones]

*and once he's done he'll pause, not opening his eyes, not moving the flute from his lips, because he senses someone there and he doesn't like not knowing his surroundings*

[rebel_mortal]

*she'll notice that he's finished, and, therefore, feel free to greet him* ...hello.

[twelvestones]

*his eyes will open at that -- if he's startled upon seeing her, her expression won't give it away* *there may be the slightest of hesitations before he speaks, though* Hello.