That's probably one of the first times anyone in this town has been willing to listen to her play. But of course it doesn't register to her, everyone obviously wants to hear her play!
So she begins a soft, slow tune with lulling arpeggios and a contemplative chord structure. Slowly, so naturally it's hard to tell when it even started, her voice joins in. It winds and weaves over the lute's music, sometimes taking point and other times a clear accompaniment to her deft fingers.
However, once she begins to sing, Lorne might notice a change: the pain slowly vanishing from his mind until suddenly it's as if it doesn't exist at all. Or maybe he'll just be wrapped up in the music. Anyone in hearing range may also feel any pains of their relieved, like they've forgotten they had pain in the first place.
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So she begins a soft, slow tune with lulling arpeggios and a contemplative chord structure. Slowly, so naturally it's hard to tell when it even started, her voice joins in. It winds and weaves over the lute's music, sometimes taking point and other times a clear accompaniment to her deft fingers.
However, once she begins to sing, Lorne might notice a change: the pain slowly vanishing from his mind until suddenly it's as if it doesn't exist at all. Or maybe he'll just be wrapped up in the music. Anyone in hearing range may also feel any pains of their relieved, like they've forgotten they had pain in the first place.