[eyebrows lift quickly at the hum, surprised and interested. for a second there, she thinks she'll hear more music, but—
no, it's a question. Simmaeri's lips, which had parted a little with surprise, purse together gently. even without knowing the words, she's sure she understands. as much as she wants to know something new, this Roslyn does as well. it's fair to give in return, and hardly any trouble from Simmaeri's end. she has all the time in the world.
her eyes close, and she draws out a long note, low to start, and carried into the next. it's a gentle, melancholy tune, the kind that tugs at the mind to draw out fond, faraway memories. the spell is only as strong from that machine as Roslyn is unconsciously receptive.]
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no, it's a question. Simmaeri's lips, which had parted a little with surprise, purse together gently. even without knowing the words, she's sure she understands. as much as she wants to know something new, this Roslyn does as well. it's fair to give in return, and hardly any trouble from Simmaeri's end. she has all the time in the world.
her eyes close, and she draws out a long note, low to start, and carried into the next. it's a gentle, melancholy tune, the kind that tugs at the mind to draw out fond, faraway memories. the spell is only as strong from that machine as Roslyn is unconsciously receptive.]