“𝐀𝐇!“ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍, letting slip the poise of gentlemanly composure he had cultivated for all his life. Music had his love above most other things, and had a way of separating him from the world. When he played the piano, he heeded only the way the notes rung in his ears, resounding with all the fervor in his skillful presses of the keys. The Warrior of Light’s entry is noticed only after his hands come to rest once more, jostling him out of his trance. An exhale, and then Artoirel gives him an apologetic smile, a hand resting on his chest. “Fury, Jahliqai, I hadn’t even noticed that you had entered.” He smiles warmer. “Though I failed to greet you properly, I do hope that you enjoyed the performance, however much you heard.”
@proveidence / sc.
