sa-hareth | arrival (mingle log)

[groundrules]

WHO: Everyone ever + the local Sa-hareth squad.
WHEN: Arc I: Sa-Hareth arrival.
WHERE: Sa-Hareth citadel, salt mine, the old jailhouse,
WHAT: Our intrepid heroes get commandeered into the frosty unknown.
WARNINGS: the glorious undead, background House of Dew mentions, at least one person's terrible sense of humour.

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III

[bearshermark]

After everything, the music is a balm on his heart. Eleven lingers, then fetches his work from the servant's quarters to mend cloth where he can listen. The worries on his shoulders ease and allows him to work almost absently on the task at hand. His mind feels more clear than it has in over a week.

He offers the man a grateful smile when his eyes pass over him, then follows up between refrains.

"Your music is beautiful."

[topoiran]

Xunxian looks up at the young voice complimenting him, and recognizes the face from their trek back from the salt mines, inclining his head in thanks with a smile that matches, or possibly outshines, those of the employees working around.

"Thank you. It seems it is then fitting for a place where beauties reside," loud enough for people to hear. He has picked out enough to know that they should not stand out too much.

Then, more quietly, "all warmed up?"

[bearshermark]

He tips his head, mildly puzzled by the inquiry and whether or not it's a literal meaning.

"I'm doing better," he answers after a moment, words soft as though a confession of sorts. "And more clear-minded, thanks to you."

His eyes fell back to his work so that he didn't appear to be neglecting it. "I don't think I appreciated music enough, before."

[topoiran]

The salt mines containment area was not that huge. Xunxian does mean the question mostly literally - his usual robes are truly not meant for the cold, and that's what he remembers the most. Still, the reaction is noted, even though Xunxian's smile doesn't change.

In fact, it widens. "Music can be so easy to do without, but it nourishes the soul - or so everyone says. I merely enjoy it."

He often does exactly what he wants or enjoys.

Within reason.

Xunxian's fingers pluck on the strings once more, sure and gentle. "Sometimes, 'before' may not have had much of music, or, on the opposite - too much. So that only its absence will be meaningful. But worry not, while I am near, music is not going to be rare."

[bearshermark]

Eleven huffs a quiet laugh, smile lingering. The man reminds him a little of Sylvando in that way. He'd never minded or thought too much about the minstrel playing music while they made their way across Erdrea, but now he finds he's unconsciously missed it since the Fall.

"That's something to look forward to, then." He's eager to leave a place that threatens to return them to captivity, and glad to know he'll have about as many companions as before. Which reminds him.

"..Do you have everything you need?"