@psilas !
Fingers absently pluck at strings, a soft ( half-hearted, half focussed ) melody filling the air ; playing puts him at ease, even if it’s not his focus. Calms his quickening heart and steadies his breath. There’s nothing to fear, but the knowledge does little to put his nerves to rest-- not when there is much to prove, doesn’t want to disappoint the god who helped him hone his skills. He gives a small smile in greeting, hands stilling if only for a moment.
“Long time no see. What brings you around here?”










