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[lindale_tano]

[There is simply darkness at first. It is clear that it is not a voice post, though, for the darkness is a brownness, as though the Dreamberry is held within a bag of some sort. What can be heard is sweet harp music, though quiet and muffled, beautiful harp music that manages to sound very, very sad

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... loving the tags there. xD

[preces]

[Ah, her little black box is playing pretty music~ She gets it out, and enjoys the music, her tail flicking about in and out of the yet unfrozen lake. It's such a sweet song, too, sad, but lilting. Music is always such a wonderful thing~

When the music stops, and a face appears, she crowds up to the dreamberry excitedly, chirping.

It was a very pretty song! Razette liked it very much. <3]

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;D We try. <333

[lindale_tano]

[The sudden, bright chirping catches him off guard, as does the sudden face that appears on the odd invention. It almost reminds him of his father's palantirs, except...]

And how does this work...

[He spends another moment examining it, but new inventions were almost expected in his family, and he is intelligent. So while it feels quite odd, he looks into the screen and speaks, voice soft.]

Some sort of device for communicating, I would guess? Do you know, Lady...?

<3333

[preces]

[Ah, he seems like a nice person. She smiles into the screen all-too cheerfully, though none too helpfully, seeing as, well, there's only so much a mermaid can do. However, he did ask for her name, and it's only polite so...

She fumbles with the dreamberry for a bit, and a moment later, the word 'RAZETTE' appears on-screen. A happy chirp. It's her name!

And now, she's pointing at the dreamberry screen. What's your name, kind stranger?]

[lindale_tano]

[That...Is interesting. And while he has never had so much interest in such inventions as his father, or as Curufin would, he has to admit that this device has caught his attention.]

Ah...A creature that cannot speak, and yet...

[He has not forgotten those chips, and he has a keen ear for these things.]

You can sing, can you not?

[At her 'question', however, he pauses. Dare he give out his name? But he is a son of Feanor, and he will not hide.]

My name is Maglor.

[preces]

[She tilts her head. Then, enthusiastic nodding. Singing! It's what she loves to do.

And Maglor! The kind stranger's name's Maglor! She smiles at this, gesture at the screen, and pulling at her own cheeks into a broad-broad smile. She's very happy to meet you, Maglor. In honor of that, she trills a little, flipping her tail about excitedly.]

♪ ♫ ~ !

[lindale_tano]

[He approves of this. He inspects her through the screen, and a slight smile might just appear on his own face. It is difficult not to be taken in by such honest enthusiasm. It is the singing, however, that captures his attention. Because clearly, that is more important than finding out where he is.]

I see. What sort of range do you possess, Lady Razette?

[preces]

[Obviously /o/ She tilts her head. Range? A curious chirp. Razette doesn't know what you mean. D:]

[lindale_tano]

[He understands the questioning, but he simply nods patiently. He lifts his harp.]

Are you able to follow the notes as I play them?

[preces]

[Oooh, ahh, what a pretty instrument! :D She nods enthusiastically, and pulls herself out of the water, so that she's propped against the bank.

Let's sing together~!]

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[lindale_tano]

[He doesn't sing yet, for he wants to hear her voice. Instead, he plays a basic scale for her, slowly enough for her to keep up if she is able to sing the notes, his fingers deft on the strings.]

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[preces]

[The moment the scale begins, she automatically tunes her ear to it, and begins sining. The notes come out sharp and crisp in a deft mimicry of the sound of a harp, but with a lilting trill that's characteristic of the song of a mermaid of noel.

A moment later, and she deviates from the scale, weaving in and out from the notes playfully -- mermaid's play and something of a cheerful invitation.]

♪ ♫ ♫ ♪ ♫ ~

[lindale_tano]

[And he smiles, for if there is one thing that can still readily evoke a response from him, it is music. She is a good singer, and Maglor is quick to match her deviation; harp singing along with her voice, at times echoing it, at times predicting the notes she shall next sing.]

♫ ♪ ♫ ♪♪♫ ~

[preces]

[Ah, the music is so much fun. <3 Razette loves it when other people join in on her song. One can sing her heart out, but two can weave something beautiful, and that's what they're doing now. Weaving something beautiful.

Amused, she sings the beginning to a call and response.

What is the name of the sky at dawn, drawn colors like a veil upon blue?]

Look at me tl;dr at you. /sob

[lindale_tano]

[Now they are no longer playing music, now they are composing, creating it. And though Maglor's expression changes little, everything changes when he is composing. For when he is composing, there is relief for a time from the past that haunts him and the guilt that tears at him.

From light to dark, black to blue to white to blue, one medium slipping into another as he weaves his experiences into music. And now he sings, sometimes in Sindarin, sometimes simply music, the two melding seamlessly with Razette's own light notes.

He offers the lead to her, for it is Razette that has kept this song light, not a lament, but a simple celebration of beauty and music.]

You mean NERK;ILU, right? /snugs

[preces]

[The cue is there, and she takes it. For if nothing else, Razette knew sadness far better than what most people gave credit for. After all, she couldn't put it into words, nor could she rationally justify it to herself, but she is easily drawn in by the gentle and the hurt, and this person before her is both and the same.

Her song breaks into a cadenza, lilting.]

F-ffff. Ilu, Yun. /hugs

[lindale_tano]

[He rests his fingers on the strings, stilling the vibrations, allowing her to sing for a long moment alone.

There is a gentleness to her song that he had not heard in a long time, but it is familiar, not foreign. Long ago, it had been a part of his life.

Rather than think of such things, though, Maglor bows his head and begins again to play, slowly at first, simply the harmony to her melody. It is soothing to just play, for it has always been soothing to play music. Nothing would ever change that.]