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Lola looks up at Shiroyuki and nods "Yes I can do that". Taking the tray and seems to be holding it with ease. She walks over to the man and holds up the tray to the man and says "Here you go". She laughs softly she liked the way he talk it sounded funny. Looking at the man she smiles happily and says "I do hope you enjoy your..uh..what are we giving him". She had turned her head as she asked her question. Shrugging it off she says "Please enjoy". She waits for the man to take the tea before she sets down the tray and says to the man "What are you playing" She points to his instrument wondering what it was called. She slowly grew more curious as she looked at it. She thinks about it she tries to ask in riddle "I dont get what your saying, please tell me what your playing". She looks down she thought that was an awful riddle she only knew that she rhymed

SHIROYUKI ;; 白姫
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❝ xxEying the bard from across the room, Shiroyuki watched him like a hawk and weary of his every mood. Despite Selenia insisting that she think nothing of the harmless stranger, the girl found it hard to shake off that gut feeling that the man had much more to hide than he had let on. He seemed like someone who carried a dark past, the gloomy ones always do, and sooner rather than later it was bound to catch up to him.

"It's teeeea." She mouthed from the other side, seeing the child hesitate a little as she practiced offering hospitality. Shiro thought of it as endearing as she watched the pair, seeing that Lola was having just as much trouble as she did deciphering his riddles and all that gibberish. "Gee... she's just a kid, at least speak plain English." She muttered quietly, pouring herself a cup of green tea and lightly blew off the steam. xx❞



Luna_Light1023


Takarashi

As the young lady accepted the lute and began to play, the bard closed his eyes and allowed himself to sway to the music. For any missed fingering or otherwise disruption in the melody, he didn't show it in his features. The man was a lover of music, from novice to master. He did not dare breathe a word until the girl had finished, at which point his eyes were opened once more. "You feel it, don't you? The magic in the music?" He asked her softly. "Everywhere you go, that magic will follow you. In the the sunlight or the darkness, it will watch over you. If you never forget it, you will never be alone."

((I think Luna's turned in for the night, so I'll just keep going.))

The time in the inn had been rather pleasant for the man. He had played, talked, and dreamed, as as he strived to do with every passing day. To say that it was difficult to get under his skin would be saying it in a very generous manner - it was almost as if nothing even fazed him. But when the lady of suspicion took his lute from the hands of the girl, there was a catch in his breath. Neither anger nor fear crossed the man's expression, merely a stillness. It were as though his heart had been ripped from his chest, and he hadn't the time to properly express what this had done to him. When the question came forth, it all made sense. The man's stillness persisted for a moment, and then he leaned back, folded one of his legs over his knees, and weaved his delicate fingers together. Despite his precious lute being held captive, his outward appearance was completely calm. "The piper without his pipes is a bird without its wings. Its heart beats and its lungs breathe, but it does not truly live." The bard said to her.

The man let out a long, slow breath. A sigh, one could say, of disappointment. What exactly he meant by it, though, it was hard to say. "One without a heart does not feel. They are empty. There is no depth of sadness or height of joy. There is merely being, and patience. The patience to wait out the being, until all returns to nothing." Even in this disrupted state, it seemed that he couldn't let go of his manner of speaking. But as the bard gazed at the woman, a certain sharpness came into his eye. "The important question is, what does the one who robbed the heart feel? They have their own, and another. Two distinct lives, with all their joys and sorrows, cradled into one body."

"Truth." A single chuckle escaped him. He pressed his thumbs together and breathed. "I weave stories because they are easier to accept than the truth. But very well, have your naked honesty, and let your mind letch over it. I come from a castle in the clouds, one that was destroyed. Once in the pursuit of freedom, and again in honor of the fallen. I have come to this village because I have no reason to be anywhere else. I am simply here." He said with a gentle shrug. "I can understand if you find my replies ill fitting, for I am not fitted for this world."

His stare remained fixed, but as the bard spoke, one could see the distance growing in his orange eye. He spoke and acted attentively, but like with his music, it was as though he was leaving - or, perhaps, returning - to somewhere else. "What defines a human? Is it anatomy? The concept of self importance? The ability to love? I do not know. I possess the shape, preserve my being, and show compassion to others. The only certainty I have of myself is that I exist." He paused. "I do have name. I am Shin. Count your good fortune that it is freely given, for the last person that desired my name, I played twenty questions with them for it."