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[fridgetothefire]

[Open Spam]

[At odd times, Anya can be found in the common rooms, curled up on a couch with the guitar Bea gave her for Christmas, humming and practicing chords. She's still new at it, and not worried yet about picking up anything fancy. Her fingertips are still in the raw stage, pink and sore, but she practices diligently, with a small smile.]



[Private to Morgana]

So. I was thinking - you've done this a few times, right? You're probably tired of usual warden rituals. I wanted to try something a little different.

I have my old file. I'd like you to read it.



[Private separately to Zane, Bruce, Cassel, and Dean.]

I want to talk about Morgana.

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[velocette]

[He has a small stack of books, but when she comes in he ignores those and leans forward, elbows on his knees, watching her fingers so intently he might just burn a hole in the guitar.]

[fridgetothefire]

Am I doing it horribly wrong?

[velocette]

...No. [He answers slowly, a little lost in trying to memorize the sound.]

It's just I haven't heard any live music in-- In a while. Since before this place. Where'd you get it?

[fridgetothefire]

It was a Christmas present.

[It's meandering, an cyclical, chord by chord by chord, and she only knows about five of them so far.]

[velocette]

[He maybe ought to ask to move closer, but he doesn't, he never really does. He wants to get close enough that if he loses hearing he might still feel the wisp of music vibrating through the air.]

Are you making it up as you go?