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Nov. 20th, 2023 02:19 pm These are the kinds of nights Gustavain has always liked the best.
The Carline Canopy isn't standing room only, not overly crowded, but there are enough people to make an appreciative audience and to make a little noise for a good show. It's just late enough in the evening that things haven't yet gotten raucous, but it's obvious they're going to. Someone's already bought him a drink or two and he's got some other bards to share the load with or to play opposite, but there's not so many clamoring for attention that his own star can't shine a little.
It's been a bit of a long week-- he's been trying to do some little odd jobs here and there out in the Shroud, mostly hunting and helping to curb some minor Ixali issues, and while he enjoys the work and is finding a natural aptitude for it, his fingers ache now from lance shafts and bowstrings alike. Luckily while there's some similarities in some ways, he's able to compensate for the sorest of his fingers with the violin, though it certainly also makes them a different sort of sore in the process. His best instrument has always been the one he was born with anyway, and with other bards happier to play things like the flute, it's easing into a lovely night, just what he needs to relax.
The Carline Canopy isn't standing room only, not overly crowded, but there are enough people to make an appreciative audience and to make a little noise for a good show. It's just late enough in the evening that things haven't yet gotten raucous, but it's obvious they're going to. Someone's already bought him a drink or two and he's got some other bards to share the load with or to play opposite, but there's not so many clamoring for attention that his own star can't shine a little.
It's been a bit of a long week-- he's been trying to do some little odd jobs here and there out in the Shroud, mostly hunting and helping to curb some minor Ixali issues, and while he enjoys the work and is finding a natural aptitude for it, his fingers ache now from lance shafts and bowstrings alike. Luckily while there's some similarities in some ways, he's able to compensate for the sorest of his fingers with the violin, though it certainly also makes them a different sort of sore in the process. His best instrument has always been the one he was born with anyway, and with other bards happier to play things like the flute, it's easing into a lovely night, just what he needs to relax.
