11.Oct.20, 10:20 PM
"Good to know," she fixed that information into her brain as she did with the map. "Harpers need moments just as anyone else does, I warrant."
She looked thoughtful for a moment, then reached for her guitar only the fool thing was in her room, which she hadn't yet been to as she was still recovering from <i>betweening</i>. Blast!
"I just basically stepped off Bavarth, N'tok's brown, the klah's been warming my frozen insides. No wine for me, yet." She squinted a little. "I don't know why people are so frightened of it - <i>between</i> - maybe it's the deprivation of senses that knock people for a loop."
Her eyebrow arched slightly.
"I know many old and new songs," she said after a sip of klah. "A few I've written and composed. My gitar's..." Meryem waved off into the right direction. "Probably sitting on a bed of furs and Faranth knows what they've done to the violin. If you're wanting music, you can follow my boots this-away."
She showed him the map and traced the route to her rooms as she knocked back the rest of the klah.
"Maybe, if they've not spilt the ink everywhere, I can compose something for you and yours." There <i>was</i> a melody starting to come together.
She looked thoughtful for a moment, then reached for her guitar only the fool thing was in her room, which she hadn't yet been to as she was still recovering from <i>betweening</i>. Blast!
"I just basically stepped off Bavarth, N'tok's brown, the klah's been warming my frozen insides. No wine for me, yet." She squinted a little. "I don't know why people are so frightened of it - <i>between</i> - maybe it's the deprivation of senses that knock people for a loop."
Her eyebrow arched slightly.
"I know many old and new songs," she said after a sip of klah. "A few I've written and composed. My gitar's..." Meryem waved off into the right direction. "Probably sitting on a bed of furs and Faranth knows what they've done to the violin. If you're wanting music, you can follow my boots this-away."
She showed him the map and traced the route to her rooms as she knocked back the rest of the klah.
"Maybe, if they've not spilt the ink everywhere, I can compose something for you and yours." There <i>was</i> a melody starting to come together.