there ain't language for the things i've seen

[alankazam]

WHO: Alan + Kain, Medicine Seller, Thingol, Bruce, Jaime + OTA
WHAT: Gotta catch 'em all
WHEN: Post-Winter Palace
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: N/A

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Comments

[alankazam]

"I see," And he's squinting where Jamie points, so he must, at least a little. "Like the Chant. It sings."

Of course other worlds would have the Chant. They've doubtless the same Maker.

"And then you just squeeze it, the air. Between the bags?"

[wontforgetyou]

"Aye, well..."

He's still not completely sure if all the worlds do have the same Maker, but when it comes to Thedas and Earth there's enough similarities between a couple of the religions that he can believe it's a possibility. Whether or not the pipes are the same as the Chant...well, that's different, but he doesn't particularly care to argue the point right at the moment.

"Suppose singing's one way of looking at it," he says instead, adding in a small shrug. "It's a wee bit trickier than that, though. You've got to make sure you've got the right amount of air in there while you're playing, so you'll always be adding air through the blowpipe while squeezing and playing the melody at the same time. Once you've gotten that down, then you're good. I could show you, if you'd like."

[alankazam]

Alan hands them back without protest, edging a short distance back to peer.

"How'd you even learn all this?"

It seems a dreadfully arcane art.

[wontforgetyou]

"My father taught me, just like his father taught him."

There's a faint, but unmistakable note of pride in his voice as he says it, and he shows no hesitation as he takes the pipes back and settles the bag under his arm. A quick glance to make sure the various pipes are where he wants them to be, and he gives Alan a brief, but broad grin.

"We're a piping family, you could say. Now, I will warn you it's a wee bit loud if you're close, but if that'll not bother you, I'm ready to go."