Welcome to Gaia! ::

Darsh was a little startled to find someone had been listening to him. But it hardly brought on a sudden rush of humility. And when he turned his head to see the blond, winged girl from the shelter he grinned broadly, puffing out his chest just a little.

"Of course I remember you! Casia, right?" He saluted her with his harmonica. "You liked it?" Of course she liked it. He was already pretty good at playing. But you know... confirmation was always a good thing. And Darsh was glad to have someone to talk to since everyone else had run off. It wasn't easy being the biggest brother and nobody knew his pain and loneliness.

"Come on in." Darsh scooted over on the wooden bench, making enough room for both Casia and her wings. "I didn't make this stuff." He added in response to her earlier question. "My aunt Emma did. She's off looking for Hayden, and Dad took Warren somewhere." He made a face. "Brothers suck." He added with a little sigh. "Maybe when they come back I can look around. Then again... We're here almost every week. And now I've got this" he tapped the harmonica fondly "I don't really mind so much."

Lifting the instrument to his mouth, he blew the first few notes of Dear Prudence, though he gave them a particularly wistful twist.

He was tempted to stop playing and explain that Warren and Hayden were his brothers. Not only that, but between the two of them they'd destroyed nearly all of the barn upon arrival. PLUS they were annoying. Kind of. Warren was a brat and Hayden... it was hard not to fall into the trap of loving the little lolcat. So Darsh tended to make Hayden his scapegoat instead. Mostly, their presence was okay except that they got more attention than he did. Warren because he was just a baby and Hayden because you couldn't take your eyes off of him for two seconds without disaster striking.

He was tempted to tell Casia all of this, except then she started singing. His eyes crinkled into a smile as he continued to work the mouth harp, drawing out notes and adding little trills here and there, as if adding glitter and sparkle to Casia's already lovely voice. Dear Prudence, open up your eyes... Dear Prudence see the sunny skies...

A couple of people paused by the booth, standing to listen idly at the the impromptu duet.

Darsh was a confident kid. He did well with audiences - in fact, he downright loved the attention. He wasn't paying much attention to the small crowd that was growing bigger, though. He was enjoying himself far too much.

Rather than feel threatened by Casia's musical talent, Darsh felt that it complimented his own and therefore made the whole thing even better. It could have been the unwitting vocal seduction of the Siren, but more likely it was just the sheer pleasure that came from two people joining together in harmony. He felt generous where Casia was concerned.

When it came to the part where she began singing "look around" Darsh set down the harmonica and sang it with her. He had the sweet, clear voice of a young boy and it blended nicely with hers. He grinned an impish grin of pure delight. This was fun!

Darsh had returned to his harmonica, and he could see that Casia was getting fidgety and upping the tempo but he didn't understand why. Stage fright and nerves were simply not things that Darsh had any comprehension of whatsoever. But he obligingly played faster to keep up with her. Even though she was a little twitchy, they still sounded great!



As they finished the song, Darsh blowing triumphant, clarion notes on the harmonica, the small crowd burst into applause and started wandering away. Most of them. Some of the people sort of hung around as if they were waiting for more. The blue boy gave them a little seated bow and turned his sparkling eyes towards Casia.

"That was great!" was the enthusiastic decision.

"If they wanna know how much it is, they'll ask." He was pretty free and easy when it came to selling Emma's stuff. Partially because he really didn't care wether it sold or not and partially because he was still a little cranky at everyone having run off on him. Sure, he'd sit here to make sure nobody stole anything, but he didn't have many intentions of actively selling the stuff.

At Casia's smile, most of the stragglers had wandered away and the two were more or less alone in the crowd. Darsh glanced around, spotting the brunette heads of Max and Emma in opposite directions but he couldn't tell if either of them were headed back towards the booth.

"That was more than a blast." Darsh's grin wouldn't seem to go away, high as he was from their little jam session. "We should do that again, for sure! You could come to the farm sometime if you wanted." He added generously.