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she’s between songs for the moment, feet kicked up on the table at the tavern, and testing the strings to try and see what she might play next. it’s a nonsense tune, something that was just sing-song-y enough to go along with whatever story she conjured up next, that nesdin manages to match fairly well. not perfectly, but oh, not everyone could be blessed with perfect pitch.
still, she laughs – it’s one she isn’t familiar with herself.
“ ha! nesdin’s got a good sense for rhymes! ”
and after everything, it feels good to bring a smile to her face, to be able to bestow some sense of ease to one who had taken it upon herself to be fount of ease and solace. at times, Quincey’s lunacy was... endearing.
it went a long way towards lightening the mood. the least he could do was return the favour.
“How’s your improvisation?”
but he’s already giving her a start, quirking his head towards her as he cheekily compels her to partake in a challenge she’s yet to accept the terms to. “There once were adventurers from York....”
