"let me try for a second."
🍑 - There was a beautiful exchange between one of the dignitaries and the Chasquean prince. Dree graced the other's shoulder with a light touch. Leaned in. They'd share what appeared to be chirps of laughter. Neither of them ignored the audience they'd slowly build over the passing hour. Between them, they used it as a catalyst for their audible admissions. He'd nurse the flower that he was given; in honor of the harvest, as a token. Perhaps he selfishly cherishes this gift. He inhaled the scent and a moment of infatuation glossed over his features with the twinkle in his eyes. The natural flushing of his rosy cheeks seemed to radiate much more. It was innocent.
Mostly. Dree was a kindred soul, just indulging on the romantic things in life. The whispers of rumor would certainly set the eager ears ablaze. He looks to the gentle thrums of those strings, and he shook his head.
"I applaud your efforts." Dree slipped the flower behind his ear and extends it, silently asking for possession of the instrument. He was careful not to display imprudence or tactlessness. "Perhaps you ... let me try for a second?" The songbird soon wiggling in his seat and his bosom swelled like a brave sparrow.