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Anybody that knew Hesiodos probably heard from his lips that he was a satyr, struck down by the gods for his hubris to wander the mortal world. Many of them would probably raise their brows at such claim… but once they heard the rhapsodist perform, many would begin having doubts about their first impressions.
Hesiodos did everything with passion. From loving, to fighting, to partying to, and especially, playing music. Music has been his life for as long as he cared to remember, and he played and sung with all his body, heart and soul. His master once said – ‘To play a note wrong was insignificant, but to play without passion was inexcusable’. That was something he took by heart.
And now, the Fallen Satyr was playing on the green areas of the University of the Arts just after giving a class. He wasn’t playing for anybody but himself and anybody that may go by and listen. He really enjoyed when people hung by to listen to him, and why wouldn’t they? He was that good.
He wore his bright yellow chlamys, and he sat with his back to a tree with his lyre at his arm. His song was an hymn to invoke Pan, satyr god of the wilderness, and it was absolutely beautiful. His eyes were closed as he sang and played, as he got lost in the song dedicated to a god…
When he opened his eyes, he saw and heard people clapping, as well as someone that approached him…
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Anybody that knew Hesiodos probably heard from his lips that he was a satyr, struck down by the gods for his hubris to wander the mortal world. Many of them would probably raise their brows at such claim… but once they heard the rhapsodist perform, many would begin having doubts about their first impressions.
Hesiodos did everything with passion. From loving, to fighting, to partying to, and especially, playing music. Music has been his life for as long as he cared to remember, and he played and sung with all his body, heart and soul. His master once said – ‘To play a note wrong was insignificant, but to play without passion was inexcusable’. That was something he took by heart.
And now, the Fallen Satyr was playing on the green areas of the University of the Arts just after giving a class. He wasn’t playing for anybody but himself and anybody that may go by and listen. He really enjoyed when people hung by to listen to him, and why wouldn’t they? He was that good.
He wore his bright yellow chlamys, and he sat with his back to a tree with his lyre at his arm. His song was an hymn to invoke Pan, satyr god of the wilderness, and it was absolutely beautiful. His eyes were closed as he sang and played, as he got lost in the song dedicated to a god…
When he opened his eyes, he saw and heard people clapping, as well as someone that approached him…
Anybody that knew Hesiodos probably heard from his lips that he was a satyr, struck down by the gods for his hubris to wander the mortal world. Many of them would probably raise their brows at such claim… but once they heard the rhapsodist perform, many would begin having doubts about their first impressions.
Hesiodos did everything with passion. From loving, to fighting, to partying to, and especially, playing music. Music has been his life for as long as he cared to remember, and he played and sung with all his body, heart and soul. His master once said – ‘To play a note wrong was insignificant, but to play without passion was inexcusable’. That was something he took by heart.
And now, the Fallen Satyr was playing on the green areas of the University of the Arts just after giving a class. He wasn’t playing for anybody but himself and anybody that may go by and listen. He really enjoyed when people hung by to listen to him, and why wouldn’t they? He was that good.
He wore his bright yellow chlamys, and he sat with his back to a tree with his lyre at his arm. His song was an hymn to invoke Pan, satyr god of the wilderness, and it was absolutely beautiful. His eyes were closed as he sang and played, as he got lost in the song dedicated to a god…
When he opened his eyes, he saw and heard people clapping, as well as someone that approached him…
Kalliope was just finishing her first class at the university, it was a whole new experience with learning new techniques that the teacher had showed her. Who would have thought that there was an easier way to pull out the notes on her harp that made the hold even more comfortable? Kalliope never thought she would be learning so many new things in a university, but her Lady Xene surprised her that very morning without Kalliope knowing or having any idea of what was in store for her.
Kalliope couldn't help but rub her fingertips together, rough from years of playing, remembering the thrum of the cords vibrating with each pluck. She would need to remember to thank her lady for this amazing surprise. For the first time, Kalliope was actually looking forward to going to classes and not worried about losing her way, her lady had thought ahead for that and placed a guide/guard with her to make sure she didn't get lost.
As they made their way to the grassy area for the break between lessons, the guard a distance away and only making sure that Kalliope didn't run into anything, Kalliope smiled at the scent of green from the grass as it filled her senses. Taking off her sandals, feeling the cool greenery under her feet, the sensations making Kalliope smile as she took in her surroundings in the only way that she could now. As she took a deep breath, the sound of music filled the air, making her pause a moment in her steps as she listened intently. It was a wild rhythm, different than the melody that she played when she played for others and when she played in the temple to Apollo. Who would play something so raw and wild, the song bringing visions of the forests and trees, birds flying through the trees. It was intoxicating, drawing her in as she felt almost a need to sway to the music that filled the air. Coming closer, she could hear others clapping, allowing her to move around them and not bump into anyone as the last notes seemed to try and hold on a little longer before fading in the quieting surroundings. "You play, I- I never heard anything like that before. Where did you learn to play?" Kalliope didn't even think to wait for introductions or to even say hello as her clouded blue-green eyes scanned where she assumed the player was, as entranced by the music as she was, her mind already trying to think of how to create something similar but to her style.
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Kalliope was just finishing her first class at the university, it was a whole new experience with learning new techniques that the teacher had showed her. Who would have thought that there was an easier way to pull out the notes on her harp that made the hold even more comfortable? Kalliope never thought she would be learning so many new things in a university, but her Lady Xene surprised her that very morning without Kalliope knowing or having any idea of what was in store for her.
Kalliope couldn't help but rub her fingertips together, rough from years of playing, remembering the thrum of the cords vibrating with each pluck. She would need to remember to thank her lady for this amazing surprise. For the first time, Kalliope was actually looking forward to going to classes and not worried about losing her way, her lady had thought ahead for that and placed a guide/guard with her to make sure she didn't get lost.
As they made their way to the grassy area for the break between lessons, the guard a distance away and only making sure that Kalliope didn't run into anything, Kalliope smiled at the scent of green from the grass as it filled her senses. Taking off her sandals, feeling the cool greenery under her feet, the sensations making Kalliope smile as she took in her surroundings in the only way that she could now. As she took a deep breath, the sound of music filled the air, making her pause a moment in her steps as she listened intently. It was a wild rhythm, different than the melody that she played when she played for others and when she played in the temple to Apollo. Who would play something so raw and wild, the song bringing visions of the forests and trees, birds flying through the trees. It was intoxicating, drawing her in as she felt almost a need to sway to the music that filled the air. Coming closer, she could hear others clapping, allowing her to move around them and not bump into anyone as the last notes seemed to try and hold on a little longer before fading in the quieting surroundings. "You play, I- I never heard anything like that before. Where did you learn to play?" Kalliope didn't even think to wait for introductions or to even say hello as her clouded blue-green eyes scanned where she assumed the player was, as entranced by the music as she was, her mind already trying to think of how to create something similar but to her style.
Kalliope was just finishing her first class at the university, it was a whole new experience with learning new techniques that the teacher had showed her. Who would have thought that there was an easier way to pull out the notes on her harp that made the hold even more comfortable? Kalliope never thought she would be learning so many new things in a university, but her Lady Xene surprised her that very morning without Kalliope knowing or having any idea of what was in store for her.
Kalliope couldn't help but rub her fingertips together, rough from years of playing, remembering the thrum of the cords vibrating with each pluck. She would need to remember to thank her lady for this amazing surprise. For the first time, Kalliope was actually looking forward to going to classes and not worried about losing her way, her lady had thought ahead for that and placed a guide/guard with her to make sure she didn't get lost.
As they made their way to the grassy area for the break between lessons, the guard a distance away and only making sure that Kalliope didn't run into anything, Kalliope smiled at the scent of green from the grass as it filled her senses. Taking off her sandals, feeling the cool greenery under her feet, the sensations making Kalliope smile as she took in her surroundings in the only way that she could now. As she took a deep breath, the sound of music filled the air, making her pause a moment in her steps as she listened intently. It was a wild rhythm, different than the melody that she played when she played for others and when she played in the temple to Apollo. Who would play something so raw and wild, the song bringing visions of the forests and trees, birds flying through the trees. It was intoxicating, drawing her in as she felt almost a need to sway to the music that filled the air. Coming closer, she could hear others clapping, allowing her to move around them and not bump into anyone as the last notes seemed to try and hold on a little longer before fading in the quieting surroundings. "You play, I- I never heard anything like that before. Where did you learn to play?" Kalliope didn't even think to wait for introductions or to even say hello as her clouded blue-green eyes scanned where she assumed the player was, as entranced by the music as she was, her mind already trying to think of how to create something similar but to her style.
Hesiodos smiled at the woman that came forward to praise his musicality. Oh, how much he loved to receive praise… it filled his heart with joy and inflated his ego (if it was even possible to make his ego even bigger). He couldn’t help but notice that the woman was beautiful, with blonde locks, pale skin and bright blue eyes… no, they weren’t just bright. They were clouded. That, and the way she didn’t directly stare at him made it clear as day that she was blind. This turned out to be rather interesting…
“Your words are very flattering, my lady”, he said with an smooth tone, idly plucking his strings. This was the perfect chance to spin one of his delightful tall tales, “Ahh, you see… I am a satyr”, he said with the simplicity of someone that stated a fact, as if he was convinced by that himself, “We satyrs have a natural affinity to music. But my first chords were taught by a fellow satyr named Homeros”, he sighed, and smiled; more to himself than to the blind woman, to convince himself of the story, “He was such a wonderful man, I recall, and I miss him greatly. He was a man that didn’t laugh, but guffawed with all his heart, and could always make others smile. The fact that he was blind didn’t impede him to being one of the most talented musicians I’ve ever heard my entire life…”, he said that last part as if it was an afterthought, but he knew that would catch her interest, “After that… I learned by playing, and by having fun doing it.”
He cleared his throat, as if to make a pause, “Excuse me, my lady, I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Hesiodos, but many people know me as the Rhapsodist of Phossis. It’s a pleasure to meet you”, once again, he plucked the strings, as if to accompany his name with melody, “Is there a proper way to address you, my lady?”
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Hesiodos smiled at the woman that came forward to praise his musicality. Oh, how much he loved to receive praise… it filled his heart with joy and inflated his ego (if it was even possible to make his ego even bigger). He couldn’t help but notice that the woman was beautiful, with blonde locks, pale skin and bright blue eyes… no, they weren’t just bright. They were clouded. That, and the way she didn’t directly stare at him made it clear as day that she was blind. This turned out to be rather interesting…
“Your words are very flattering, my lady”, he said with an smooth tone, idly plucking his strings. This was the perfect chance to spin one of his delightful tall tales, “Ahh, you see… I am a satyr”, he said with the simplicity of someone that stated a fact, as if he was convinced by that himself, “We satyrs have a natural affinity to music. But my first chords were taught by a fellow satyr named Homeros”, he sighed, and smiled; more to himself than to the blind woman, to convince himself of the story, “He was such a wonderful man, I recall, and I miss him greatly. He was a man that didn’t laugh, but guffawed with all his heart, and could always make others smile. The fact that he was blind didn’t impede him to being one of the most talented musicians I’ve ever heard my entire life…”, he said that last part as if it was an afterthought, but he knew that would catch her interest, “After that… I learned by playing, and by having fun doing it.”
He cleared his throat, as if to make a pause, “Excuse me, my lady, I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Hesiodos, but many people know me as the Rhapsodist of Phossis. It’s a pleasure to meet you”, once again, he plucked the strings, as if to accompany his name with melody, “Is there a proper way to address you, my lady?”
Hesiodos smiled at the woman that came forward to praise his musicality. Oh, how much he loved to receive praise… it filled his heart with joy and inflated his ego (if it was even possible to make his ego even bigger). He couldn’t help but notice that the woman was beautiful, with blonde locks, pale skin and bright blue eyes… no, they weren’t just bright. They were clouded. That, and the way she didn’t directly stare at him made it clear as day that she was blind. This turned out to be rather interesting…
“Your words are very flattering, my lady”, he said with an smooth tone, idly plucking his strings. This was the perfect chance to spin one of his delightful tall tales, “Ahh, you see… I am a satyr”, he said with the simplicity of someone that stated a fact, as if he was convinced by that himself, “We satyrs have a natural affinity to music. But my first chords were taught by a fellow satyr named Homeros”, he sighed, and smiled; more to himself than to the blind woman, to convince himself of the story, “He was such a wonderful man, I recall, and I miss him greatly. He was a man that didn’t laugh, but guffawed with all his heart, and could always make others smile. The fact that he was blind didn’t impede him to being one of the most talented musicians I’ve ever heard my entire life…”, he said that last part as if it was an afterthought, but he knew that would catch her interest, “After that… I learned by playing, and by having fun doing it.”
He cleared his throat, as if to make a pause, “Excuse me, my lady, I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Hesiodos, but many people know me as the Rhapsodist of Phossis. It’s a pleasure to meet you”, once again, he plucked the strings, as if to accompany his name with melody, “Is there a proper way to address you, my lady?”
The music slowed to a soft thrum in the background, her question coming out almost without thought to the player, but still surprised that she was the one that was answered when she knew others were there as well. Kalliope couldn't help but duck her head just as she smiled at his comment of her words being flattering, she did not mean for them to be, just the truth. When he claimed to be a satyr, Kalliope 'looked' in his direction with a sardonic edge. She had traveled to many lands before she became blind and never seen even a hint of a satyr, and if there was none have ever spoken to her before.
She stayed quiet about her thoughts for that point and listened to his answer on how he learned his music. "So a satyr taught you, that would explain why it sounded so wild." Most of what he said, didn't make sense to Kalliope. How could anyone not laugh but does guffawed, weren't they the same thing? The comment that he was blind, did strike a chord with Kalliope though. Being blind herself, everything was that much more challenging for her, even to the point that she needed a guard to help her through the university so she didn't run into things or get lost. The fact that he was blind and it did not stop him from his music, made her smile. "Music is life, and it is always good to have fun with it." Then for a moment, she had a thought. "Maybe you could teach me that song? I never heard one that sounded so wild and free."
At his introduction, Kalliope ducked her head slightly in a small greeting out of respect. "A pleasure to meet you as well, sir Hesiodos. You may call me, Kalliope." Hugging her little harp to her chest, she could hear people all around her as they moved away or passed them, trying to make herself seem even smaller to avoid getting bumped into by so many.
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The music slowed to a soft thrum in the background, her question coming out almost without thought to the player, but still surprised that she was the one that was answered when she knew others were there as well. Kalliope couldn't help but duck her head just as she smiled at his comment of her words being flattering, she did not mean for them to be, just the truth. When he claimed to be a satyr, Kalliope 'looked' in his direction with a sardonic edge. She had traveled to many lands before she became blind and never seen even a hint of a satyr, and if there was none have ever spoken to her before.
She stayed quiet about her thoughts for that point and listened to his answer on how he learned his music. "So a satyr taught you, that would explain why it sounded so wild." Most of what he said, didn't make sense to Kalliope. How could anyone not laugh but does guffawed, weren't they the same thing? The comment that he was blind, did strike a chord with Kalliope though. Being blind herself, everything was that much more challenging for her, even to the point that she needed a guard to help her through the university so she didn't run into things or get lost. The fact that he was blind and it did not stop him from his music, made her smile. "Music is life, and it is always good to have fun with it." Then for a moment, she had a thought. "Maybe you could teach me that song? I never heard one that sounded so wild and free."
At his introduction, Kalliope ducked her head slightly in a small greeting out of respect. "A pleasure to meet you as well, sir Hesiodos. You may call me, Kalliope." Hugging her little harp to her chest, she could hear people all around her as they moved away or passed them, trying to make herself seem even smaller to avoid getting bumped into by so many.
The music slowed to a soft thrum in the background, her question coming out almost without thought to the player, but still surprised that she was the one that was answered when she knew others were there as well. Kalliope couldn't help but duck her head just as she smiled at his comment of her words being flattering, she did not mean for them to be, just the truth. When he claimed to be a satyr, Kalliope 'looked' in his direction with a sardonic edge. She had traveled to many lands before she became blind and never seen even a hint of a satyr, and if there was none have ever spoken to her before.
She stayed quiet about her thoughts for that point and listened to his answer on how he learned his music. "So a satyr taught you, that would explain why it sounded so wild." Most of what he said, didn't make sense to Kalliope. How could anyone not laugh but does guffawed, weren't they the same thing? The comment that he was blind, did strike a chord with Kalliope though. Being blind herself, everything was that much more challenging for her, even to the point that she needed a guard to help her through the university so she didn't run into things or get lost. The fact that he was blind and it did not stop him from his music, made her smile. "Music is life, and it is always good to have fun with it." Then for a moment, she had a thought. "Maybe you could teach me that song? I never heard one that sounded so wild and free."
At his introduction, Kalliope ducked her head slightly in a small greeting out of respect. "A pleasure to meet you as well, sir Hesiodos. You may call me, Kalliope." Hugging her little harp to her chest, she could hear people all around her as they moved away or passed them, trying to make herself seem even smaller to avoid getting bumped into by so many.
Hesiodos often got those looks when he told people he was a satyr, and that amused him to no end. Of course it was something hard to believe… but once people heard him playing, and saw his love of wine and merriment, they began to have their doubts. Something else that helped with it was the way he told it, since the rhapsodist told stories and tall tales in such a way that made them seem true.
“We satyrs like all sorts of music… but wild one that makes us dance is our personal favorite”, he said with a chuckle. He noticed that she smiled when he mentioned the fact that Homeros was blind… good. He already knew that he reached to her. That’s what he did: reach to people and make them feel especial and happy. At her comment, he retorted with, “I agree with you. In fact, a wise man once said that without music, life would be a mistake. I’m sure you can agree with that, my lady”, he said with a knowing tone. Of all the quotes he had ever heard on his travels, that was one of his favorites.
The rhapsodist already took interest in her, and why to not to teach such an interesting individual? So he said, “Well, my classes finished for today…”, he let that hang for a couple of heartbeats, “But for you? I can do an exception”, he winked at her, though realized soon that the expression was useless for her.
He also couldn’t help but realize how this woman was named after his mother. A negative emotion which could only described as ‘gods dammit’ crossed his mind, but he brushed it aside. It was just some minor discomfort.
He noticed how Kalliope was making herself small so others wouldn’t walk on her. That sight he couldn’t approve, so he cleared his throat and said, “Would you like to sit at my side? It would be a better place for our little private class.”
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Hesiodos often got those looks when he told people he was a satyr, and that amused him to no end. Of course it was something hard to believe… but once people heard him playing, and saw his love of wine and merriment, they began to have their doubts. Something else that helped with it was the way he told it, since the rhapsodist told stories and tall tales in such a way that made them seem true.
“We satyrs like all sorts of music… but wild one that makes us dance is our personal favorite”, he said with a chuckle. He noticed that she smiled when he mentioned the fact that Homeros was blind… good. He already knew that he reached to her. That’s what he did: reach to people and make them feel especial and happy. At her comment, he retorted with, “I agree with you. In fact, a wise man once said that without music, life would be a mistake. I’m sure you can agree with that, my lady”, he said with a knowing tone. Of all the quotes he had ever heard on his travels, that was one of his favorites.
The rhapsodist already took interest in her, and why to not to teach such an interesting individual? So he said, “Well, my classes finished for today…”, he let that hang for a couple of heartbeats, “But for you? I can do an exception”, he winked at her, though realized soon that the expression was useless for her.
He also couldn’t help but realize how this woman was named after his mother. A negative emotion which could only described as ‘gods dammit’ crossed his mind, but he brushed it aside. It was just some minor discomfort.
He noticed how Kalliope was making herself small so others wouldn’t walk on her. That sight he couldn’t approve, so he cleared his throat and said, “Would you like to sit at my side? It would be a better place for our little private class.”
Hesiodos often got those looks when he told people he was a satyr, and that amused him to no end. Of course it was something hard to believe… but once people heard him playing, and saw his love of wine and merriment, they began to have their doubts. Something else that helped with it was the way he told it, since the rhapsodist told stories and tall tales in such a way that made them seem true.
“We satyrs like all sorts of music… but wild one that makes us dance is our personal favorite”, he said with a chuckle. He noticed that she smiled when he mentioned the fact that Homeros was blind… good. He already knew that he reached to her. That’s what he did: reach to people and make them feel especial and happy. At her comment, he retorted with, “I agree with you. In fact, a wise man once said that without music, life would be a mistake. I’m sure you can agree with that, my lady”, he said with a knowing tone. Of all the quotes he had ever heard on his travels, that was one of his favorites.
The rhapsodist already took interest in her, and why to not to teach such an interesting individual? So he said, “Well, my classes finished for today…”, he let that hang for a couple of heartbeats, “But for you? I can do an exception”, he winked at her, though realized soon that the expression was useless for her.
He also couldn’t help but realize how this woman was named after his mother. A negative emotion which could only described as ‘gods dammit’ crossed his mind, but he brushed it aside. It was just some minor discomfort.
He noticed how Kalliope was making herself small so others wouldn’t walk on her. That sight he couldn’t approve, so he cleared his throat and said, “Would you like to sit at my side? It would be a better place for our little private class.”
Kalliope couldn't stop the smile as she nodded in agreement to his comment on music and it being a mistake without it. It was something she always believed in since with music you could control almost any mood and make it that much better, and those with talent could even get financially wealthy by it if enough people liked what they heard. The wind blew gently through the courtyard, making everything sway and the sound of it and the leaves rustling as the wind made them dance had Kalli's head tilted slightly as she listened to both the sounds and him.
It was hard to describe what the feeling that she had washed over as she spoke with the man-who-claims-satyr, he seemed nice and the love that he seemed to have for music resonated like a perfect cord on her harp within her. So with that and the peaceful feeling that the breeze gave her, she pushed forward from her usual shyness. It was a daring move for Kalliope to ask if he would teach her his wild song, but she dared and was surprised by his response. "You have classes? Like a student or a teacher?" She could only assume that he was a teacher by his comment on making an exception for her unless he was a seriously cocky student; though with his skills, she couldn't blame him if he was.
Kalliope fidgeted as she stood there, crowds of people always made her nervous since she had lost her sight before she never minded people and ran through the crowds like a wild thing. Hugging her harp to her, shifting from foot to foot as she pulled her shoulders in to make herself smaller and less likely for anyone to bump into, Hesiodos' offer surprised her. Starting to shake her head, it was the fact that she did not want to be rude that paused her. "O-ok, sure." Where was he exactly? Starting to reach out her hand as if he were reaching out his hand to her, she knew he was in front of her but not how far, the thought of how stupid she probably looked if he was further back and not even reaching out to guide her as she reached out so presumptively had her pulling her hand back quickly. She could feel her face heat bright as if she sat to close to a fire, ducking her head to hide it as she cursed her sudden shyness. "Where... where are you sitting exactly?"
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Kalliope couldn't stop the smile as she nodded in agreement to his comment on music and it being a mistake without it. It was something she always believed in since with music you could control almost any mood and make it that much better, and those with talent could even get financially wealthy by it if enough people liked what they heard. The wind blew gently through the courtyard, making everything sway and the sound of it and the leaves rustling as the wind made them dance had Kalli's head tilted slightly as she listened to both the sounds and him.
It was hard to describe what the feeling that she had washed over as she spoke with the man-who-claims-satyr, he seemed nice and the love that he seemed to have for music resonated like a perfect cord on her harp within her. So with that and the peaceful feeling that the breeze gave her, she pushed forward from her usual shyness. It was a daring move for Kalliope to ask if he would teach her his wild song, but she dared and was surprised by his response. "You have classes? Like a student or a teacher?" She could only assume that he was a teacher by his comment on making an exception for her unless he was a seriously cocky student; though with his skills, she couldn't blame him if he was.
Kalliope fidgeted as she stood there, crowds of people always made her nervous since she had lost her sight before she never minded people and ran through the crowds like a wild thing. Hugging her harp to her, shifting from foot to foot as she pulled her shoulders in to make herself smaller and less likely for anyone to bump into, Hesiodos' offer surprised her. Starting to shake her head, it was the fact that she did not want to be rude that paused her. "O-ok, sure." Where was he exactly? Starting to reach out her hand as if he were reaching out his hand to her, she knew he was in front of her but not how far, the thought of how stupid she probably looked if he was further back and not even reaching out to guide her as she reached out so presumptively had her pulling her hand back quickly. She could feel her face heat bright as if she sat to close to a fire, ducking her head to hide it as she cursed her sudden shyness. "Where... where are you sitting exactly?"
Kalliope couldn't stop the smile as she nodded in agreement to his comment on music and it being a mistake without it. It was something she always believed in since with music you could control almost any mood and make it that much better, and those with talent could even get financially wealthy by it if enough people liked what they heard. The wind blew gently through the courtyard, making everything sway and the sound of it and the leaves rustling as the wind made them dance had Kalli's head tilted slightly as she listened to both the sounds and him.
It was hard to describe what the feeling that she had washed over as she spoke with the man-who-claims-satyr, he seemed nice and the love that he seemed to have for music resonated like a perfect cord on her harp within her. So with that and the peaceful feeling that the breeze gave her, she pushed forward from her usual shyness. It was a daring move for Kalliope to ask if he would teach her his wild song, but she dared and was surprised by his response. "You have classes? Like a student or a teacher?" She could only assume that he was a teacher by his comment on making an exception for her unless he was a seriously cocky student; though with his skills, she couldn't blame him if he was.
Kalliope fidgeted as she stood there, crowds of people always made her nervous since she had lost her sight before she never minded people and ran through the crowds like a wild thing. Hugging her harp to her, shifting from foot to foot as she pulled her shoulders in to make herself smaller and less likely for anyone to bump into, Hesiodos' offer surprised her. Starting to shake her head, it was the fact that she did not want to be rude that paused her. "O-ok, sure." Where was he exactly? Starting to reach out her hand as if he were reaching out his hand to her, she knew he was in front of her but not how far, the thought of how stupid she probably looked if he was further back and not even reaching out to guide her as she reached out so presumptively had her pulling her hand back quickly. She could feel her face heat bright as if she sat to close to a fire, ducking her head to hide it as she cursed her sudden shyness. "Where... where are you sitting exactly?"