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(8/10)

Gabhan perked up, nodding along with her explanation. He could understand that sentiment; it was what drew him to music in the first place, having the ability to lift the spirits of those around him. But - honestly, he wasn't thinking much about her explanation, when his eyes were locked on her curls - and only the sheer splendor of the interior could distract him from how pretty she looked in that moment.

Splendor was, in his view, a room filled wall to wall with instruments. Most of them were types he'd never seen before, and didn't even know existed! Others were more familiar, but he didn't know there were so many types of fiddle, or drum! He felt like a child at a festival, stuffed with candy and exploding with untapped energy, fingers twitching with the impulse to pluck at strings, or touch the polished wood of this or that instrument.

It was only when he heaved out a tremulous breath that he realized he'd been holding it. "Oh. So that's what swooning feels like." He commented, brightly.

(9/10)

"Uh...! Wait, I meant--" Gabby blustered, only to grin nervously in relief when she waved the joke off. Oh thank goodness, he was terrified for a moment he'd hurt her feelings.

Once he recovered from THAT mood swing, his eyes went back to sweeping over the beautiful store, following Faamy so he could admire the ouds. "Well, my first love will always be music!" He returned, hoping to play along with her joke, although he still felt a sting of guilt for speaking thoughtlessly.

SHE might take it lightly, but Gabby didn't want to risk breaking whatever spell had led to her taking an interest in him.

(10/10)

"Oh, that you take easily." Gabhan assured instantly, not even pausing to worry about the presumptuousness like she did. It was rare enough that he felt comfortable with a woman's flirting, so when he did it back he lacked tact.

His eyes strayed once again to the wall of instruments, but snapped back at Faamy's gasp, breath catching when he saw what she'd spotted. "It's perfect." He fawned, approaching the piece with an open reverence. "How many songs do you think its sung?"

Gabhan didn't even stop to consider the price (which, thankfully, was a fair one) as he fished out his coinpurse, eyes gleaming.