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Odell made sure his coat was properly buttoned before leaving the studio for a morning walk. He enjoyed the mornings as it was quieter with less people about. In one hand was his violin case, which he always had with him. He decided to walk towards the market to see the new wares. He liked the open air market as it allowed him to purchase items more lovingly made than in bigger shops.

The blue haired musician shivered a bit in the cool air. He should have brought a scarf but alas he had used his only one to contain a certain strange bottle in his home. Perhaps he could find one at the market. Glancing around as he entered the open area he saw several shops that offered a scarf but few looked to his taste. Despite his appearance Odell did prefer a personal touch. Then he saw a smaller stand with some lovely knitted scarves. Ah perfect. The tall gentleman walked over and gave the woman behind the stall a polite bow.

"Good afternoon, m'lady. I find myself in need of a scarf and yours do look lovely and warm. How much are they?"

Odell listened as the woman gave her prices and showed him her wares. All looked handmade, of good quality by somoene who enjoyed their work. Those were the best and tended to last the longest. Pride in your work lead to good work. He chose one of the ribbed scarves, they were warmer even if they did bulge around the neck a bit. He also bought a cabled one for more formal occations.

He looked up with a smile as the woman asked of his instrument, "Yes I do. I am a local performer and occational tutor." He usually got this question when carrying his case. The idea that someone could master a musical instrument seemed to mystify peolpe at times. But he knew not all were blessed with natural talent and for some no amount of practice would improve them. So he never took offense or annoyance with such a question, he freely shared his love of music. "Do you play or do you enjoy listening?"

Odell was gratefull for the warm scarf as he wrapped it around his neck. It was soft, not itchy in the slightest, and kept warmth in excellently. The grey eyed man listened as the woman professed a minor skill in the guitar even though it could work against her more practical income. He nodded, undestanding how calluses could cause problems. He had several his self.

"Well if you like to listen I do not mind playing a bit. I enjoy playing outside and there are few people around who it would bother," he smiled softly. Odell really did enjoy playing, especially when he wasn't asked. When offered, he enjoyed it immensely; but he never insisted on playing or pushed his skill on other's ears. That was not a proper musician's place. One should give a small offer or wait to be asked.

Odell nodded with a smile. He didn't mind to play, and the warm scarf was putting him in a more relaxed mood. He stood a bit away from her booth, so as not to impede others in the market, and opened his case. The violin was a masterwork, one he had saved for nearly a year to buy. It was beautifully crafted and could sing the sweetest notes.

Odell gave it a quick tune before putting it to his chin. He began to play a beautiful piece that the cold morning had inspired in him. His fingers danced over the strings as his bow slid across them; combo of sound and movement. His eyes were closed as he played from sheer memory of movement. It was one of his favorite pieces for relaxing.

A small crowd gathered, only a few people but still enough to marvel at the man's talent. He slowly finished to their soft applause, a few commenting on his skill before he bowed and put away the instrument. He turned to Niki, "I hope you enjoyed it."