closed | jam session.

[cozen]

WHO: Ellie, Tony, Byerly, Bastien
WHAT: A recording session
WHEN: Vaguely now
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: As planned and promised.

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[notathreat]

Ellie doesn't generally look at others when she plays. She's wrapped up in the music, in her own world.

But it's not often that anybody else plays with her. She might close one eye at a discordant note, laugh under her breath through the lyrics.

But eventually they all find their center, something that threads all through them, and makes into one cohesive song. Ellie raises her voice to allow herself to be heard over the strange quartet of instruments they've used, and when the last note fades out, she's left breathless.

"... oh, man."

[cozen]

Bastien's felt it frequently enough. He first learned to play the lute at all as part of a double act; as a bard he worked in trios, quartets, quintets. He plays all the time with Byerly and whoever they can collect in the city. His favorite songs are the ones the whole tavern will sing together.

But it's never old, the sense of connection and belonging and ease of existence that comes from hitting a musical groove with other people. In the wake of the music he's left grinning, all of his earlier scurrying—and future scurrying, someone has to check the crystals to see which one sounds better, whether they need to be moved, whether all the sounds are being captured—set aside for content stillness.