#pre cious

  The delicate fingers that tiptoed their way across strings — emitting music one could feel. Humming and alive within their chest; rattling the bones. It took little time to locate where Ghilan’nain had sat herself, surely. One simply need follow the rhythm she was creating. An art he had never been proficient at; hands far too calloused. Destroyed from other acts to ever dance upon such sinewy strings.

  As he drew closer, one hand clasped the other wrist, making sure to announce his presence before he drew closer. " Who do you play such a tune for? " The gentle, lopsided smile that came to his lips was genuine. The god crouching down beside her seat as a finger drew over her arm to alert her of him at her side. " Have you created some new creature that answers to music alone? "