Antiquity was evoked not only in her, it seemed, though she suspected few in Koi could make claim to centuries gone by. The otherâs turn of phrase was well-understood; not all verses bore a story, some held a simple feeling at their vocalistsâ behest, spreading easily to those who were unrelated to the events that inspired it - those like herself. She had once heard it described as a language that transcended the need for words and now saw its accuracy.
A small nod was, at first, her only reply. Allowing her thoughts to settle, she allowed her sight to drift toward the sparse number of late-night walkers. âI am not much of a bard, but I find song is best shared with friends.â She hinted at a smile, finding that her words of agreement contradicted her remaining presence, if only just. âOr with strangers.â
Finding that she had nothing else to add and reminded of their positions by a few disgruntled sounds from people who had to move around them to remain on the sidewalk, she stepped into line with the blue-haired woman. âI suppose that is our cue to be on our way. Though,â a pause before earnest words, âI would still speak of music with you as we go, if you wish.â
"I can agree to that, they're much more enjoyable in the company of others." Of course, she also found great meaning in songs as well. Songs were more than mere melodies, for they held many memories and feelings from the past. Lucina hadn't meant to find solidarity in a stranger on this night, but she couldn't deny that she found comfort in the blonde's understanding of her own thoughts.
As they conversed, Lucina noticed the passerbys and stepped back as well. Maybe they were proving to be more of an impediment to them than she had initially thought. It was then she listened to the girl's offer to continue along the moonlit path together. "Of course, it would be my pleasure. Ah, my apologies, we've been conversing for so long and I haven't even asked for your name yet."
