Pulling the flute away from his lips, he looks up from the ground at the man who approaches - one he recognizes from the mural in town. One of the family. The colors mean less to him than the crackle, the imperceptible hum of magic that clings about him like a mantle of cobweb.
He'll do. The reedy man makes a show of flinching, of looking pitiful, hungry.
That much is true, anyway.
"Just a traveler," he chuckles, casual, smile a little tight lipped and accent far, far away. "I'm so sorry for the intrusion. The town spoke of this place and I wanted to get a look for myself."
His long, grimy nails drum on the flat of the flute. Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap.
"And I certainly didn't mean to overhear, but - is everything all right?"
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Date: 2022-03-03 11:14 am (UTC)Pulling the flute away from his lips, he looks up from the ground at the man who approaches - one he recognizes from the mural in town. One of the family. The colors mean less to him than the crackle, the imperceptible hum of magic that clings about him like a mantle of cobweb.
He'll do. The reedy man makes a show of flinching, of looking pitiful, hungry.
That much is true, anyway.
"Just a traveler," he chuckles, casual, smile a little tight lipped and accent far, far away. "I'm so sorry for the intrusion. The town spoke of this place and I wanted to get a look for myself."
His long, grimy nails drum on the flat of the flute. Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap.
"And I certainly didn't mean to overhear, but - is everything all right?"