[Shoulders relaxing, he starts to pluck away quietly at the piano. Phrases of a piece he already knows, mostly to test if the poor thing's still in tune.]
Mine's accounted for, yes. Peridot is not a very... close-knit sort of group. Definitely not the sort to join hands and cooperate. But I've been trying to keep my eye out for the more timid of our troupe regardless to make sure they are not being forgotten.
Pinocchio's very friendly and curious, but perhaps a little on the timid side. He looks up to a couple of the men in the dorm.
Noelle... she has the bite within her to say exactly what she needs to, but lacks the confidence or comfort to do so in ways that empower her. Plus, I get the feeling that home is not a place she wants to return to, other than for the fact that it is not "here".
[He stumbles on a more complicated phrase in the upper register of the keys, pausing for a moment to try again at a slower pace. Really, he was lucky things like this stayed clear enough for some sort of recall these days.]
Fandaniel's always a bit of an enigma, but he'll play along with our little games. Don Quixote was understandably fretful when we gathered that first night, but she did her best to smooth things over and seems eager to participate in any group activities. And Aerith seems to be the forgiving type... up to a point. For her, painting each others' nails and playing with each others' hair is a way to reestablish peace among us.
It's a fun little group.
[Aha! He's learned enough notes to play out a simple melody of his own.]
You make it sound so pleasant, but the prince could be a real terror all on his own, you realize. Even as a child, he could freeze the entire castle when he was in the middle of a tantrum.
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[He moves over to the piano to adjust the seat and lift the cover for the keys, though he does pause in thought.]
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You know, while we are here... Lilia, have you had someone to do your rose task with yet?
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What of you?
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[Shoulders relaxing, he starts to pluck away quietly at the piano. Phrases of a piece he already knows, mostly to test if the poor thing's still in tune.]
Mine's accounted for, yes. Peridot is not a very... close-knit sort of group. Definitely not the sort to join hands and cooperate. But I've been trying to keep my eye out for the more timid of our troupe regardless to make sure they are not being forgotten.
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[Plink plink plink, slowly but surely he's figuring out the notes.]
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Many of ours are very withdrawn in talking to one another openly, even the outgoing. It really does make it very hard to get to know them better.
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Noelle... she has the bite within her to say exactly what she needs to, but lacks the confidence or comfort to do so in ways that empower her. Plus, I get the feeling that home is not a place she wants to return to, other than for the fact that it is not "here".
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[oooooooh, now he's curious!]
Her home did sound rather miserable. I can't really blame the girl.
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[He stumbles on a more complicated phrase in the upper register of the keys, pausing for a moment to try again at a slower pace. Really, he was lucky things like this stayed clear enough for some sort of recall these days.]
What about Moonstone?
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It's a fun little group.
[Aha! He's learned enough notes to play out a simple melody of his own.]
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[Aerith and Don don't surprise him, given what little bits he's learned from them both.
Solomon will halt his own practice when he hears a melody start to emerge, letting himself listen.]
...That sounds like a lullaby, doesn't it?
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[Kheeheehee!]
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I'll take it some little child out there was soothed at some point or another hearing it in your voice?
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[Others may beg to differ, though.]
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What was it like, anyway? When you first got to meet him?
A life like that in your hands must be precious.
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Powerful magics in the hand of a child can be... unpredictable, I'm sure.
Were his parents of any help?
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Because your queen was absent?
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Oh, dear. Was I that obvious?
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[A target paused like a deer in the headlights means he can aim again. Just to be sure.]
How did the prince survive, if his mother did not?
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