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The smell of thousands of odd, delightful items wafted into the market of Ammun – not only was it citrus, but also nuts roasting, spices, and many more things. The indistinct sound of chatter and steps drowned everything, but like a star in a dark sky, the music of a lyre resounded there.
As Hesiodos played a pretty Greek song on his lyre in one of the corners of the market, people gave him looks. He hated to admit that it was not because of his music – mostly about how it sounded, as well as how he and his clothes looked. He was a foreigner; someone that was too far away from home in this strange land. And with his bright blue clothes, the two swords at his hip and the lyre, it was hard to not to notice.
He didn’t care one bit. As he began to travel outside of Greece, he realized that people would always look at him with odd eyes, and while that made him uneasy at first, he learned to appreciate that, because he was someone that most people haven’t seen few times in their lifetimes, if ever. And he was going to make sure he was someone they would never forget… and if they forgot, he could at least make their days a little brighter with his foreign music.
There was also the possibility of them not liking it, and that was fine as well… unless they insulted him. And being that the case, he was not a stranger to dancing with his twin swords, Castor and Pollux, and while he was sure than that would bring him trouble in Judea, he knew many ways to get ahead. But so far he has been lucky, and no problem arose, so he continued playing…
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The smell of thousands of odd, delightful items wafted into the market of Ammun – not only was it citrus, but also nuts roasting, spices, and many more things. The indistinct sound of chatter and steps drowned everything, but like a star in a dark sky, the music of a lyre resounded there.
As Hesiodos played a pretty Greek song on his lyre in one of the corners of the market, people gave him looks. He hated to admit that it was not because of his music – mostly about how it sounded, as well as how he and his clothes looked. He was a foreigner; someone that was too far away from home in this strange land. And with his bright blue clothes, the two swords at his hip and the lyre, it was hard to not to notice.
He didn’t care one bit. As he began to travel outside of Greece, he realized that people would always look at him with odd eyes, and while that made him uneasy at first, he learned to appreciate that, because he was someone that most people haven’t seen few times in their lifetimes, if ever. And he was going to make sure he was someone they would never forget… and if they forgot, he could at least make their days a little brighter with his foreign music.
There was also the possibility of them not liking it, and that was fine as well… unless they insulted him. And being that the case, he was not a stranger to dancing with his twin swords, Castor and Pollux, and while he was sure than that would bring him trouble in Judea, he knew many ways to get ahead. But so far he has been lucky, and no problem arose, so he continued playing…
The smell of thousands of odd, delightful items wafted into the market of Ammun – not only was it citrus, but also nuts roasting, spices, and many more things. The indistinct sound of chatter and steps drowned everything, but like a star in a dark sky, the music of a lyre resounded there.
As Hesiodos played a pretty Greek song on his lyre in one of the corners of the market, people gave him looks. He hated to admit that it was not because of his music – mostly about how it sounded, as well as how he and his clothes looked. He was a foreigner; someone that was too far away from home in this strange land. And with his bright blue clothes, the two swords at his hip and the lyre, it was hard to not to notice.
He didn’t care one bit. As he began to travel outside of Greece, he realized that people would always look at him with odd eyes, and while that made him uneasy at first, he learned to appreciate that, because he was someone that most people haven’t seen few times in their lifetimes, if ever. And he was going to make sure he was someone they would never forget… and if they forgot, he could at least make their days a little brighter with his foreign music.
There was also the possibility of them not liking it, and that was fine as well… unless they insulted him. And being that the case, he was not a stranger to dancing with his twin swords, Castor and Pollux, and while he was sure than that would bring him trouble in Judea, he knew many ways to get ahead. But so far he has been lucky, and no problem arose, so he continued playing…
Amarissa enjoyed wandering the Ammun market. Safe in her home town, she'd been able to slip out alone. Everyone knew her here, no one would dare touch the daughter of Elhanan, daughter of the house of Haviv. And those that did not know, well, there was enough locals around that she would be safe.
The spices and fabrics were always her favorites as she wandered. There was no purpose per say to her wandering today. The purchases for the household had already been made and it was a rare day when she had no real responsibilities but to simply wander and enjoy the hustle and bustle around her.
As she wandered through the market, laughing and talking with the merchants, she caught up with the friends and acquaintances alike worked in the market. Working her way down the stalls, Amarissa heard a sound touch her ears that she had yet to ever hear before. Glancing around, Amarissa looked ahead and saw an odd looking man sitting and playing an instrument Amarissa didn't recognize. It was beautiful though and the music he played from it tickled her senses.
Trying not to be too obvious in her bee line for the strange man, Amarissa let herself wander closer and linger near where he was playing. She accidentally caught his eye once or twice and quickly looked away, back at the goods in front of her, yet whenever she sensed he looked away again, she would let her eyes wander back to him.
His hair was lighter than any she had seen in Ammun and his eyes, were they blue? Such beauty in human form. She let herself wander a bit closer, still attempting to disguise her interest but also running out of stalls as she drew nearer.
"What is it that you play?" she asked finally as she drew near enough, aware of the watchful eyes around her. There would be talk for sure about her talking to this stranger, still she kept a respectful distance so that none could find more fault with her than perhaps wayward curiosity.
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Amarissa enjoyed wandering the Ammun market. Safe in her home town, she'd been able to slip out alone. Everyone knew her here, no one would dare touch the daughter of Elhanan, daughter of the house of Haviv. And those that did not know, well, there was enough locals around that she would be safe.
The spices and fabrics were always her favorites as she wandered. There was no purpose per say to her wandering today. The purchases for the household had already been made and it was a rare day when she had no real responsibilities but to simply wander and enjoy the hustle and bustle around her.
As she wandered through the market, laughing and talking with the merchants, she caught up with the friends and acquaintances alike worked in the market. Working her way down the stalls, Amarissa heard a sound touch her ears that she had yet to ever hear before. Glancing around, Amarissa looked ahead and saw an odd looking man sitting and playing an instrument Amarissa didn't recognize. It was beautiful though and the music he played from it tickled her senses.
Trying not to be too obvious in her bee line for the strange man, Amarissa let herself wander closer and linger near where he was playing. She accidentally caught his eye once or twice and quickly looked away, back at the goods in front of her, yet whenever she sensed he looked away again, she would let her eyes wander back to him.
His hair was lighter than any she had seen in Ammun and his eyes, were they blue? Such beauty in human form. She let herself wander a bit closer, still attempting to disguise her interest but also running out of stalls as she drew nearer.
"What is it that you play?" she asked finally as she drew near enough, aware of the watchful eyes around her. There would be talk for sure about her talking to this stranger, still she kept a respectful distance so that none could find more fault with her than perhaps wayward curiosity.
Amarissa enjoyed wandering the Ammun market. Safe in her home town, she'd been able to slip out alone. Everyone knew her here, no one would dare touch the daughter of Elhanan, daughter of the house of Haviv. And those that did not know, well, there was enough locals around that she would be safe.
The spices and fabrics were always her favorites as she wandered. There was no purpose per say to her wandering today. The purchases for the household had already been made and it was a rare day when she had no real responsibilities but to simply wander and enjoy the hustle and bustle around her.
As she wandered through the market, laughing and talking with the merchants, she caught up with the friends and acquaintances alike worked in the market. Working her way down the stalls, Amarissa heard a sound touch her ears that she had yet to ever hear before. Glancing around, Amarissa looked ahead and saw an odd looking man sitting and playing an instrument Amarissa didn't recognize. It was beautiful though and the music he played from it tickled her senses.
Trying not to be too obvious in her bee line for the strange man, Amarissa let herself wander closer and linger near where he was playing. She accidentally caught his eye once or twice and quickly looked away, back at the goods in front of her, yet whenever she sensed he looked away again, she would let her eyes wander back to him.
His hair was lighter than any she had seen in Ammun and his eyes, were they blue? Such beauty in human form. She let herself wander a bit closer, still attempting to disguise her interest but also running out of stalls as she drew nearer.
"What is it that you play?" she asked finally as she drew near enough, aware of the watchful eyes around her. There would be talk for sure about her talking to this stranger, still she kept a respectful distance so that none could find more fault with her than perhaps wayward curiosity.
Hesiodos was focused on his music; his eyes were closed so his fingers could feel the strings of his instrument better, and to hear what he produced. He also focused on the smells and sounds on the market, as well, which gave him inspiration… he was just not playing music, he was offering precious imported goods on the market, which were free for everyone to take, but a tip was appreciated.
Once he finished his song, he opened his green eyes and saw that someone decided to ask about his ‘wares’. She was beautiful, with delightful brown hair and brown eyes that looked like pools of honey in the correct light. She asked about what he played, and he offered her a soft smile.
“It’s a lyre”, he said in Hebrew; it was broken, with a heavy accent, but overall understandable, “The instrument of the gods… my gods, at least”, he continued. He wondered if Yahweh had an instrument of choice… he made a mental note to buy the holy book the Judeans had and read it in his spare time.
“Did you like the music?”, he asked then, making emphasis by plucking some strings, making a sweet song, “I take requests… though I don’t know how local songs may sound with this instrument. But I’m eager to find out!”, his tone was perhaps a bit too excited, and he was not trying to hide it. It was one of the things he loved the most about going to far off places – trying new music.
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Hesiodos was focused on his music; his eyes were closed so his fingers could feel the strings of his instrument better, and to hear what he produced. He also focused on the smells and sounds on the market, as well, which gave him inspiration… he was just not playing music, he was offering precious imported goods on the market, which were free for everyone to take, but a tip was appreciated.
Once he finished his song, he opened his green eyes and saw that someone decided to ask about his ‘wares’. She was beautiful, with delightful brown hair and brown eyes that looked like pools of honey in the correct light. She asked about what he played, and he offered her a soft smile.
“It’s a lyre”, he said in Hebrew; it was broken, with a heavy accent, but overall understandable, “The instrument of the gods… my gods, at least”, he continued. He wondered if Yahweh had an instrument of choice… he made a mental note to buy the holy book the Judeans had and read it in his spare time.
“Did you like the music?”, he asked then, making emphasis by plucking some strings, making a sweet song, “I take requests… though I don’t know how local songs may sound with this instrument. But I’m eager to find out!”, his tone was perhaps a bit too excited, and he was not trying to hide it. It was one of the things he loved the most about going to far off places – trying new music.
Hesiodos was focused on his music; his eyes were closed so his fingers could feel the strings of his instrument better, and to hear what he produced. He also focused on the smells and sounds on the market, as well, which gave him inspiration… he was just not playing music, he was offering precious imported goods on the market, which were free for everyone to take, but a tip was appreciated.
Once he finished his song, he opened his green eyes and saw that someone decided to ask about his ‘wares’. She was beautiful, with delightful brown hair and brown eyes that looked like pools of honey in the correct light. She asked about what he played, and he offered her a soft smile.
“It’s a lyre”, he said in Hebrew; it was broken, with a heavy accent, but overall understandable, “The instrument of the gods… my gods, at least”, he continued. He wondered if Yahweh had an instrument of choice… he made a mental note to buy the holy book the Judeans had and read it in his spare time.
“Did you like the music?”, he asked then, making emphasis by plucking some strings, making a sweet song, “I take requests… though I don’t know how local songs may sound with this instrument. But I’m eager to find out!”, his tone was perhaps a bit too excited, and he was not trying to hide it. It was one of the things he loved the most about going to far off places – trying new music.
Green. They were green not blue. Amarissa wondered what had caused her to think they were blue but finally settled on the light hitting them just so. She looked at the instrument curiously as he told her about it, still staying a respectful distance away.
She tilted her head as he said it was the instrument of the gods. His gods. Yes, she supposed there were other gods for other cultures. After all, Yahweh was the god of the Jews. He was rather specific about that. "Oh" she said softly and nodded. "Ours prefers kinnors" she said with a smile. "It is...similar" she noted before nodding to his question.
"I did" she smiled. "I have not heard music like it. The Kinnor is similar but larger I think. I have not seen one since I was a small child" she admitted.
She pursed her lips as he asked for requests. There was not a lot of songs, especially that an outsider would know. "Do you know any jewish songs?" she asked with a bit of a knowing smile. Surely he did not, and she, she was no musician so how would he be able to fulfill such a request?
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Green. They were green not blue. Amarissa wondered what had caused her to think they were blue but finally settled on the light hitting them just so. She looked at the instrument curiously as he told her about it, still staying a respectful distance away.
She tilted her head as he said it was the instrument of the gods. His gods. Yes, she supposed there were other gods for other cultures. After all, Yahweh was the god of the Jews. He was rather specific about that. "Oh" she said softly and nodded. "Ours prefers kinnors" she said with a smile. "It is...similar" she noted before nodding to his question.
"I did" she smiled. "I have not heard music like it. The Kinnor is similar but larger I think. I have not seen one since I was a small child" she admitted.
She pursed her lips as he asked for requests. There was not a lot of songs, especially that an outsider would know. "Do you know any jewish songs?" she asked with a bit of a knowing smile. Surely he did not, and she, she was no musician so how would he be able to fulfill such a request?
Green. They were green not blue. Amarissa wondered what had caused her to think they were blue but finally settled on the light hitting them just so. She looked at the instrument curiously as he told her about it, still staying a respectful distance away.
She tilted her head as he said it was the instrument of the gods. His gods. Yes, she supposed there were other gods for other cultures. After all, Yahweh was the god of the Jews. He was rather specific about that. "Oh" she said softly and nodded. "Ours prefers kinnors" she said with a smile. "It is...similar" she noted before nodding to his question.
"I did" she smiled. "I have not heard music like it. The Kinnor is similar but larger I think. I have not seen one since I was a small child" she admitted.
She pursed her lips as he asked for requests. There was not a lot of songs, especially that an outsider would know. "Do you know any jewish songs?" she asked with a bit of a knowing smile. Surely he did not, and she, she was no musician so how would he be able to fulfill such a request?
Hesiodos face when she mentioned the instrument of her God was one of true interest. He knew it! Though he wasn’t sure what instrument she was talking about, “Kinnors?”, he asked, trying to pronounce the word as best as he could. When she explained what it was, his face turned into realization, “Oh! I’ve seen them. But I didn’t know the…”, he struggled to find the correct word, “…Name. I wonder if I can play it.”, he knew how to play anything with strings – it was one of the reasons he claimed he was blessed by Apollo, though he did wonder if his domain included foreign instruments.
“Jewish songs?”, he scratched his chin, which had a bit of a stubble, thinking. He knew songs from almost everywhere, true, but most of them were designed for different instruments, though he knew how to adapt them to his lyre. But he snapped his fingers, “Do you know Shalom Aleichem? It was… a song of King David, right?”, he asked, not quite sure about it. It was a song made by that instrument he just learned was called Kinnor, but assuming and hoping it was the same, he began playing.
First, he strummed the lyre and began to pluck. Music enveloped the both of them like a shroud, as his fingers brought them to older times. The melody sounded like Judea, and there was no best way to describe it. It sounded like the people, like the place where they came from to look for the promised land, and of their struggled… the song was complex, however, and there were small, yet noticeable pauses between some of the parts, for him to figure if they were alright, but at some point, he just decided to roll with it to not to ruin it. Some people actually gave him some glances, and even a couple left coins in a bowl he had near his seat.
He finished with a strum, and looked at the woman expectantly, “I sincerely hope this was of your liking.”
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Hesiodos face when she mentioned the instrument of her God was one of true interest. He knew it! Though he wasn’t sure what instrument she was talking about, “Kinnors?”, he asked, trying to pronounce the word as best as he could. When she explained what it was, his face turned into realization, “Oh! I’ve seen them. But I didn’t know the…”, he struggled to find the correct word, “…Name. I wonder if I can play it.”, he knew how to play anything with strings – it was one of the reasons he claimed he was blessed by Apollo, though he did wonder if his domain included foreign instruments.
“Jewish songs?”, he scratched his chin, which had a bit of a stubble, thinking. He knew songs from almost everywhere, true, but most of them were designed for different instruments, though he knew how to adapt them to his lyre. But he snapped his fingers, “Do you know Shalom Aleichem? It was… a song of King David, right?”, he asked, not quite sure about it. It was a song made by that instrument he just learned was called Kinnor, but assuming and hoping it was the same, he began playing.
First, he strummed the lyre and began to pluck. Music enveloped the both of them like a shroud, as his fingers brought them to older times. The melody sounded like Judea, and there was no best way to describe it. It sounded like the people, like the place where they came from to look for the promised land, and of their struggled… the song was complex, however, and there were small, yet noticeable pauses between some of the parts, for him to figure if they were alright, but at some point, he just decided to roll with it to not to ruin it. Some people actually gave him some glances, and even a couple left coins in a bowl he had near his seat.
He finished with a strum, and looked at the woman expectantly, “I sincerely hope this was of your liking.”
Hesiodos face when she mentioned the instrument of her God was one of true interest. He knew it! Though he wasn’t sure what instrument she was talking about, “Kinnors?”, he asked, trying to pronounce the word as best as he could. When she explained what it was, his face turned into realization, “Oh! I’ve seen them. But I didn’t know the…”, he struggled to find the correct word, “…Name. I wonder if I can play it.”, he knew how to play anything with strings – it was one of the reasons he claimed he was blessed by Apollo, though he did wonder if his domain included foreign instruments.
“Jewish songs?”, he scratched his chin, which had a bit of a stubble, thinking. He knew songs from almost everywhere, true, but most of them were designed for different instruments, though he knew how to adapt them to his lyre. But he snapped his fingers, “Do you know Shalom Aleichem? It was… a song of King David, right?”, he asked, not quite sure about it. It was a song made by that instrument he just learned was called Kinnor, but assuming and hoping it was the same, he began playing.
First, he strummed the lyre and began to pluck. Music enveloped the both of them like a shroud, as his fingers brought them to older times. The melody sounded like Judea, and there was no best way to describe it. It sounded like the people, like the place where they came from to look for the promised land, and of their struggled… the song was complex, however, and there were small, yet noticeable pauses between some of the parts, for him to figure if they were alright, but at some point, he just decided to roll with it to not to ruin it. Some people actually gave him some glances, and even a couple left coins in a bowl he had near his seat.
He finished with a strum, and looked at the woman expectantly, “I sincerely hope this was of your liking.”
Amarissa smiled kindly as the man spoke in her language. It was far from perfect but definitely passable. As he seemed to consider what songs to play, she was surprised when he mentioned an old folk song from the days of David and Solomon. "Yes!" she said with a small laugh. "I know that one"
She closed her eyes and leaned against the stone wall nearby as he played, the sounds of Judea wisping through the city streets and market stalls. The sounds of generation past and future, the sounds of birth and death and struggle and leisure. The heart of an ancient people still beating and alive today. It was beautiful and sad and joyous all at the same time. Amarissa was not sure she could describe such beauty but it alighted her heart to witness it.
As the song came to its natural end, Amarissa slowly opened her eyes and found herself looking straight into his. "Yes," she said sincerely and with a small crack in her voice "it was beautiful". She paused for a moment as if considering. "Do you know Ashir shirim?" she asked with a tilt to her head. She knew with the requests she was making it would only be fair to drop some coins in his bowl and as he considered her next request she mentally tallied what to pay him for sharing such beautiful art.
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Amarissa smiled kindly as the man spoke in her language. It was far from perfect but definitely passable. As he seemed to consider what songs to play, she was surprised when he mentioned an old folk song from the days of David and Solomon. "Yes!" she said with a small laugh. "I know that one"
She closed her eyes and leaned against the stone wall nearby as he played, the sounds of Judea wisping through the city streets and market stalls. The sounds of generation past and future, the sounds of birth and death and struggle and leisure. The heart of an ancient people still beating and alive today. It was beautiful and sad and joyous all at the same time. Amarissa was not sure she could describe such beauty but it alighted her heart to witness it.
As the song came to its natural end, Amarissa slowly opened her eyes and found herself looking straight into his. "Yes," she said sincerely and with a small crack in her voice "it was beautiful". She paused for a moment as if considering. "Do you know Ashir shirim?" she asked with a tilt to her head. She knew with the requests she was making it would only be fair to drop some coins in his bowl and as he considered her next request she mentally tallied what to pay him for sharing such beautiful art.
Amarissa smiled kindly as the man spoke in her language. It was far from perfect but definitely passable. As he seemed to consider what songs to play, she was surprised when he mentioned an old folk song from the days of David and Solomon. "Yes!" she said with a small laugh. "I know that one"
She closed her eyes and leaned against the stone wall nearby as he played, the sounds of Judea wisping through the city streets and market stalls. The sounds of generation past and future, the sounds of birth and death and struggle and leisure. The heart of an ancient people still beating and alive today. It was beautiful and sad and joyous all at the same time. Amarissa was not sure she could describe such beauty but it alighted her heart to witness it.
As the song came to its natural end, Amarissa slowly opened her eyes and found herself looking straight into his. "Yes," she said sincerely and with a small crack in her voice "it was beautiful". She paused for a moment as if considering. "Do you know Ashir shirim?" she asked with a tilt to her head. She knew with the requests she was making it would only be fair to drop some coins in his bowl and as he considered her next request she mentally tallied what to pay him for sharing such beautiful art.
“Many thanks”, Hesiodos replied with a small bow on his seat, “I try my best, and I’m glad you enjoyed it”, playing a song from somewhere you were from was a kind of honor. You were taking the time to learn a part of their history and culture and perform it, and doing it well meant that you took the time to actually learn it the best you could. Perhaps he was overthinking it, but Hesiodos had that mind for art.
The clink of the coins brought him a smile to his face. He was confident that he was good enough musician to make him more than enough money to live for a couple of days… and he never stopped playing. At her request, he scratched his chin, “Mmm, that one… did it go like this or…”, he began to pluck the strings in a certain way; it was clear that he was making memory, and seeing the right sound for the song to begin. And he found it.
Another song of Judea and its people resounded. This time, a couple more people gathered to watch, and put a couple of coins on his bowl… he was lost in the music, eyes closed, as his fingers plucked the strings… and then he abruptly stopped.
“Dammit…”, he whispered under her breath and tried to find the correct note again. It was a song he only listened to a couple of times, and he swore he recalled it, but this shift…
Ahh, there it was. After a couple of tries, he found the correct note, and continued playing without much trouble.
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“Many thanks”, Hesiodos replied with a small bow on his seat, “I try my best, and I’m glad you enjoyed it”, playing a song from somewhere you were from was a kind of honor. You were taking the time to learn a part of their history and culture and perform it, and doing it well meant that you took the time to actually learn it the best you could. Perhaps he was overthinking it, but Hesiodos had that mind for art.
The clink of the coins brought him a smile to his face. He was confident that he was good enough musician to make him more than enough money to live for a couple of days… and he never stopped playing. At her request, he scratched his chin, “Mmm, that one… did it go like this or…”, he began to pluck the strings in a certain way; it was clear that he was making memory, and seeing the right sound for the song to begin. And he found it.
Another song of Judea and its people resounded. This time, a couple more people gathered to watch, and put a couple of coins on his bowl… he was lost in the music, eyes closed, as his fingers plucked the strings… and then he abruptly stopped.
“Dammit…”, he whispered under her breath and tried to find the correct note again. It was a song he only listened to a couple of times, and he swore he recalled it, but this shift…
Ahh, there it was. After a couple of tries, he found the correct note, and continued playing without much trouble.
“Many thanks”, Hesiodos replied with a small bow on his seat, “I try my best, and I’m glad you enjoyed it”, playing a song from somewhere you were from was a kind of honor. You were taking the time to learn a part of their history and culture and perform it, and doing it well meant that you took the time to actually learn it the best you could. Perhaps he was overthinking it, but Hesiodos had that mind for art.
The clink of the coins brought him a smile to his face. He was confident that he was good enough musician to make him more than enough money to live for a couple of days… and he never stopped playing. At her request, he scratched his chin, “Mmm, that one… did it go like this or…”, he began to pluck the strings in a certain way; it was clear that he was making memory, and seeing the right sound for the song to begin. And he found it.
Another song of Judea and its people resounded. This time, a couple more people gathered to watch, and put a couple of coins on his bowl… he was lost in the music, eyes closed, as his fingers plucked the strings… and then he abruptly stopped.
“Dammit…”, he whispered under her breath and tried to find the correct note again. It was a song he only listened to a couple of times, and he swore he recalled it, but this shift…
Ahh, there it was. After a couple of tries, he found the correct note, and continued playing without much trouble.
Amarissa smiled as he searched for the notes and then found them. As she heard the song take flight she closed her eyes briefly again to listen. Opening them once more as the music continued and he became lost in it, Amarissa moved from her spot by the wall and slipped a generous amount of coins into his bowl. She did not fully approve of the wandering life, relying on the generosity of strangers to live. Still she could not deny he made beautiful music and had made her day better, which she believed merited being paid.
She moved back to her spot against the wall to keep a respectful distance lest anyone think she was being too forward with this foreigner. She tilted her head curiously as he stopped and seemed to whisper something to himself. She wondered if he'd forgotten the rest of the song, but then, then he picked it up once more and she smiled as he performed the rest flawlessly.
"You bring joy to my heart good sir" she said graciously as he finished. "You play very well. Where did you learn?" she asked curiously. She knew she should not get too familiar with the stranger and should probably be moving along soon as to not arose suspicions but she also did not wish to be rude and was genuinely curious about his life.
Amarissa sometimes wondered what life was like in other lands. Worshiping other gods. To even think it was perhaps blasphemous. But still she wondered and well, she couldn't be stoned for her thoughts. How did they run their lives without the direction of the torah and a benefactor such as Yahweh. Certainly their lives were chaos. After all, what was life without Yahweh's direction? Without his chastisement and mercy? Without all of the laws that made their paths and life clear. Chaos, it must be utter chaos.
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Amarissa smiled as he searched for the notes and then found them. As she heard the song take flight she closed her eyes briefly again to listen. Opening them once more as the music continued and he became lost in it, Amarissa moved from her spot by the wall and slipped a generous amount of coins into his bowl. She did not fully approve of the wandering life, relying on the generosity of strangers to live. Still she could not deny he made beautiful music and had made her day better, which she believed merited being paid.
She moved back to her spot against the wall to keep a respectful distance lest anyone think she was being too forward with this foreigner. She tilted her head curiously as he stopped and seemed to whisper something to himself. She wondered if he'd forgotten the rest of the song, but then, then he picked it up once more and she smiled as he performed the rest flawlessly.
"You bring joy to my heart good sir" she said graciously as he finished. "You play very well. Where did you learn?" she asked curiously. She knew she should not get too familiar with the stranger and should probably be moving along soon as to not arose suspicions but she also did not wish to be rude and was genuinely curious about his life.
Amarissa sometimes wondered what life was like in other lands. Worshiping other gods. To even think it was perhaps blasphemous. But still she wondered and well, she couldn't be stoned for her thoughts. How did they run their lives without the direction of the torah and a benefactor such as Yahweh. Certainly their lives were chaos. After all, what was life without Yahweh's direction? Without his chastisement and mercy? Without all of the laws that made their paths and life clear. Chaos, it must be utter chaos.
Amarissa smiled as he searched for the notes and then found them. As she heard the song take flight she closed her eyes briefly again to listen. Opening them once more as the music continued and he became lost in it, Amarissa moved from her spot by the wall and slipped a generous amount of coins into his bowl. She did not fully approve of the wandering life, relying on the generosity of strangers to live. Still she could not deny he made beautiful music and had made her day better, which she believed merited being paid.
She moved back to her spot against the wall to keep a respectful distance lest anyone think she was being too forward with this foreigner. She tilted her head curiously as he stopped and seemed to whisper something to himself. She wondered if he'd forgotten the rest of the song, but then, then he picked it up once more and she smiled as he performed the rest flawlessly.
"You bring joy to my heart good sir" she said graciously as he finished. "You play very well. Where did you learn?" she asked curiously. She knew she should not get too familiar with the stranger and should probably be moving along soon as to not arose suspicions but she also did not wish to be rude and was genuinely curious about his life.
Amarissa sometimes wondered what life was like in other lands. Worshiping other gods. To even think it was perhaps blasphemous. But still she wondered and well, she couldn't be stoned for her thoughts. How did they run their lives without the direction of the torah and a benefactor such as Yahweh. Certainly their lives were chaos. After all, what was life without Yahweh's direction? Without his chastisement and mercy? Without all of the laws that made their paths and life clear. Chaos, it must be utter chaos.
Hesiodos had sharp ears, and through the song, he could catch the sound of coins being left on the bowl as his feet. He gave her an appreciative nod and a smile for her patronage. He already made money for a warm meal, wine and a room, but he was making better profit out of it. He wondered what he could get, and reminded himself of the Holy Book of the Jews… he never said no to new knowledge, especially from far off places.
“Your kind words are like milk and honey for me, kind woman”, at the end of the song he bowed. At her question, he plucked a few strings absent mindedly, with a notoriously Greek sound, as if he was making background music for his brief story, “I was taught by a famous Greek bard, a man named Homeros. He visited my birthplace of Phossis and saw potential in me; on how I talked, how I carried myself, how I laughed, how I loved… he taught me how to play the lyre. Until the day of today, I believe he was Apollo in disguise”, he said dramatically, but with a straight face, the one a storyteller said when telling wild stories.
He was one of Hesiodos’ twin patrons, alongside Dionysus, that taught him to enjoy life, parties and wine. For a moment, the thought of getting in trouble for that crossed his mind, but he doubted something bad could happen if he mentioned his faith, and even if it was the case, that this kind woman wouldn’t report him for that… and even if that was the case, he had swift feet, a silver tongue and sharp bronze. But he never let that know to the woman in front of him, and he only smiled, “Would you like another song?”
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Hesiodos had sharp ears, and through the song, he could catch the sound of coins being left on the bowl as his feet. He gave her an appreciative nod and a smile for her patronage. He already made money for a warm meal, wine and a room, but he was making better profit out of it. He wondered what he could get, and reminded himself of the Holy Book of the Jews… he never said no to new knowledge, especially from far off places.
“Your kind words are like milk and honey for me, kind woman”, at the end of the song he bowed. At her question, he plucked a few strings absent mindedly, with a notoriously Greek sound, as if he was making background music for his brief story, “I was taught by a famous Greek bard, a man named Homeros. He visited my birthplace of Phossis and saw potential in me; on how I talked, how I carried myself, how I laughed, how I loved… he taught me how to play the lyre. Until the day of today, I believe he was Apollo in disguise”, he said dramatically, but with a straight face, the one a storyteller said when telling wild stories.
He was one of Hesiodos’ twin patrons, alongside Dionysus, that taught him to enjoy life, parties and wine. For a moment, the thought of getting in trouble for that crossed his mind, but he doubted something bad could happen if he mentioned his faith, and even if it was the case, that this kind woman wouldn’t report him for that… and even if that was the case, he had swift feet, a silver tongue and sharp bronze. But he never let that know to the woman in front of him, and he only smiled, “Would you like another song?”
Hesiodos had sharp ears, and through the song, he could catch the sound of coins being left on the bowl as his feet. He gave her an appreciative nod and a smile for her patronage. He already made money for a warm meal, wine and a room, but he was making better profit out of it. He wondered what he could get, and reminded himself of the Holy Book of the Jews… he never said no to new knowledge, especially from far off places.
“Your kind words are like milk and honey for me, kind woman”, at the end of the song he bowed. At her question, he plucked a few strings absent mindedly, with a notoriously Greek sound, as if he was making background music for his brief story, “I was taught by a famous Greek bard, a man named Homeros. He visited my birthplace of Phossis and saw potential in me; on how I talked, how I carried myself, how I laughed, how I loved… he taught me how to play the lyre. Until the day of today, I believe he was Apollo in disguise”, he said dramatically, but with a straight face, the one a storyteller said when telling wild stories.
He was one of Hesiodos’ twin patrons, alongside Dionysus, that taught him to enjoy life, parties and wine. For a moment, the thought of getting in trouble for that crossed his mind, but he doubted something bad could happen if he mentioned his faith, and even if it was the case, that this kind woman wouldn’t report him for that… and even if that was the case, he had swift feet, a silver tongue and sharp bronze. But he never let that know to the woman in front of him, and he only smiled, “Would you like another song?”
Amarissa blushed as the foreigner flattered her words. As he played and told her his story, Amarissa listened curiously, hanging on each word. When he mentioned more foreign names, Amarissa tilted her head and nodded without fully understanding.
"Apollo" she asked finally with a small smile at the way the name fell off her lips. "Is he another famous bard of your people?" she had not idea the importance of this figure in his religion or culture.
"Oh of course" she said with a laugh as he inquired about further songs. "Though I fear I have already taken too much of your talent. Surely there are others who have requests" she motioned to the one or two curious people peering at them. They quickly looked away and busied themselves with buying their purchases, casting only nervous looks back at the two of them. Amarissa frowned and and sighed slightly before smiling apologetically at him.
"I should be heading home." she said regretfully before looking back his lyre wistfully. It made such beautiful music. "One more" she conceded, shifting her packages once more. "Do you know...Miriam's Song?" she asked, referencing the song of Moses' sister upon their triumphant escape from the Egyptian soldiers after crossing the Red Sea.
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Amarissa blushed as the foreigner flattered her words. As he played and told her his story, Amarissa listened curiously, hanging on each word. When he mentioned more foreign names, Amarissa tilted her head and nodded without fully understanding.
"Apollo" she asked finally with a small smile at the way the name fell off her lips. "Is he another famous bard of your people?" she had not idea the importance of this figure in his religion or culture.
"Oh of course" she said with a laugh as he inquired about further songs. "Though I fear I have already taken too much of your talent. Surely there are others who have requests" she motioned to the one or two curious people peering at them. They quickly looked away and busied themselves with buying their purchases, casting only nervous looks back at the two of them. Amarissa frowned and and sighed slightly before smiling apologetically at him.
"I should be heading home." she said regretfully before looking back his lyre wistfully. It made such beautiful music. "One more" she conceded, shifting her packages once more. "Do you know...Miriam's Song?" she asked, referencing the song of Moses' sister upon their triumphant escape from the Egyptian soldiers after crossing the Red Sea.
Amarissa blushed as the foreigner flattered her words. As he played and told her his story, Amarissa listened curiously, hanging on each word. When he mentioned more foreign names, Amarissa tilted her head and nodded without fully understanding.
"Apollo" she asked finally with a small smile at the way the name fell off her lips. "Is he another famous bard of your people?" she had not idea the importance of this figure in his religion or culture.
"Oh of course" she said with a laugh as he inquired about further songs. "Though I fear I have already taken too much of your talent. Surely there are others who have requests" she motioned to the one or two curious people peering at them. They quickly looked away and busied themselves with buying their purchases, casting only nervous looks back at the two of them. Amarissa frowned and and sighed slightly before smiling apologetically at him.
"I should be heading home." she said regretfully before looking back his lyre wistfully. It made such beautiful music. "One more" she conceded, shifting her packages once more. "Do you know...Miriam's Song?" she asked, referencing the song of Moses' sister upon their triumphant escape from the Egyptian soldiers after crossing the Red Sea.
Hesiodos loved the expressions and blushing his stories and words had on other people… he had enough charisma to affect others like that, with his songs and tales. He offered her a kind smiled as she guessed that Apollo was another bard. Not wanting to contradict her, he only nodded, “Yes, you could say that. Perhaps the most important bard my people know…”, he wondered if the god of music was amused at this. Hesiodos surely was.
He waved his hand, “Nonsense. You’re quite a lovely company and amazing audience, and I relish on your presence, my dear Amarissa”, his tone was graceful, the one he normally used for nobility, and that common people loved to hear. Because for him, everyone that enjoyed his songs deserved to be spoken like that. But he didn’t dismiss the other two curious, “But of course, the rest are as free as enjoy my music, and to make requests…”, he didn’t ignore how they looked away. After all, he was still a foreign, and thus distrusted. But having someone that didn’t hate him for his skin color or religion was like a breath of fresh air.
“I understand”, he nodded, but perked up at her last request, “In fact, I do, but… I apologize in advance for this”, he chuckled before he began strumming. He knew this song quite well, as much as he knew the story behind it. It was so beautiful and epic that he even learned the lyrics to it. He knew Apollo wouldn’t mind him singing songs about other gods, as long as he did it with passion and with the gifts he gave him, and thus he sang, although with a heavy Greek accent that made it sound odd:
“I will sing to the Lord,
for he is highly exalted.
Both horse and driver
he has hurled into the sea.
The Lord is my strength and my defense;
he has become my salvation.
He is my God, and I will praise him,
my father’s God, and I will exalt him.
The Lord is a warrior;
the Lord is his name.
Pharaoh’s chariots and his army
he has hurled into the sea.
The best of Pharaoh’s officers
are drowned in the Red Sea.
The deep waters have covered them;
they sank to the depths like a stone.
Your right hand, Lord,
was majestic in power.
Your right hand, Lord,
shattered the enemy.
In the greatness of your majesty
you threw down those who opposed you.
You unleashed your burning anger;
it consumed them like stubble.
By the blast of your nostrils
the waters piled up.
The surging waters stood up like a wall;
the deep waters congealed in the heart of the sea.
The enemy boasted,
‘I will pursue, I will overtake them.
I will divide the spoils;
I will gorge myself on them.
I will draw my sword
and my hand will destroy them.’
But you blew with your breath,
and the sea covered them.
They sank like lead
in the mighty waters.
Who among the gods
is like you, Lord?
Who is like you—
majestic in holiness,
awesome in glory,
working wonders?
You stretch out your right hand,
and the earth swallows your enemies.
In your unfailing love you will lead
the people you have redeemed.
In your strength you will guide them
to your holy dwelling.
The nations will hear and tremble;
anguish will grip the people of Philistia.
The chiefs of Edom will be terrified,
the leaders of Moab will be seized with trembling,
the people of Canaan will melt away;
terror and dread will fall on them.
By the power of your arm
they will be as still as a stone—
until your people pass by, Lord,
until the people you bought[d] pass by.
You will bring them in and plant them
on the mountain of your inheritance—
the place, Lord, you made for your dwelling,
the sanctuary, Lord, your hands established.
The Lord reigns
for ever and ever. ”
And then, after realizing how he got carried away by the song, he finally breathed a couple of times before looking at Amarissa and bowing.
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Hesiodos loved the expressions and blushing his stories and words had on other people… he had enough charisma to affect others like that, with his songs and tales. He offered her a kind smiled as she guessed that Apollo was another bard. Not wanting to contradict her, he only nodded, “Yes, you could say that. Perhaps the most important bard my people know…”, he wondered if the god of music was amused at this. Hesiodos surely was.
He waved his hand, “Nonsense. You’re quite a lovely company and amazing audience, and I relish on your presence, my dear Amarissa”, his tone was graceful, the one he normally used for nobility, and that common people loved to hear. Because for him, everyone that enjoyed his songs deserved to be spoken like that. But he didn’t dismiss the other two curious, “But of course, the rest are as free as enjoy my music, and to make requests…”, he didn’t ignore how they looked away. After all, he was still a foreign, and thus distrusted. But having someone that didn’t hate him for his skin color or religion was like a breath of fresh air.
“I understand”, he nodded, but perked up at her last request, “In fact, I do, but… I apologize in advance for this”, he chuckled before he began strumming. He knew this song quite well, as much as he knew the story behind it. It was so beautiful and epic that he even learned the lyrics to it. He knew Apollo wouldn’t mind him singing songs about other gods, as long as he did it with passion and with the gifts he gave him, and thus he sang, although with a heavy Greek accent that made it sound odd:
“I will sing to the Lord,
for he is highly exalted.
Both horse and driver
he has hurled into the sea.
The Lord is my strength and my defense;
he has become my salvation.
He is my God, and I will praise him,
my father’s God, and I will exalt him.
The Lord is a warrior;
the Lord is his name.
Pharaoh’s chariots and his army
he has hurled into the sea.
The best of Pharaoh’s officers
are drowned in the Red Sea.
The deep waters have covered them;
they sank to the depths like a stone.
Your right hand, Lord,
was majestic in power.
Your right hand, Lord,
shattered the enemy.
In the greatness of your majesty
you threw down those who opposed you.
You unleashed your burning anger;
it consumed them like stubble.
By the blast of your nostrils
the waters piled up.
The surging waters stood up like a wall;
the deep waters congealed in the heart of the sea.
The enemy boasted,
‘I will pursue, I will overtake them.
I will divide the spoils;
I will gorge myself on them.
I will draw my sword
and my hand will destroy them.’
But you blew with your breath,
and the sea covered them.
They sank like lead
in the mighty waters.
Who among the gods
is like you, Lord?
Who is like you—
majestic in holiness,
awesome in glory,
working wonders?
You stretch out your right hand,
and the earth swallows your enemies.
In your unfailing love you will lead
the people you have redeemed.
In your strength you will guide them
to your holy dwelling.
The nations will hear and tremble;
anguish will grip the people of Philistia.
The chiefs of Edom will be terrified,
the leaders of Moab will be seized with trembling,
the people of Canaan will melt away;
terror and dread will fall on them.
By the power of your arm
they will be as still as a stone—
until your people pass by, Lord,
until the people you bought[d] pass by.
You will bring them in and plant them
on the mountain of your inheritance—
the place, Lord, you made for your dwelling,
the sanctuary, Lord, your hands established.
The Lord reigns
for ever and ever. ”
And then, after realizing how he got carried away by the song, he finally breathed a couple of times before looking at Amarissa and bowing.
Hesiodos loved the expressions and blushing his stories and words had on other people… he had enough charisma to affect others like that, with his songs and tales. He offered her a kind smiled as she guessed that Apollo was another bard. Not wanting to contradict her, he only nodded, “Yes, you could say that. Perhaps the most important bard my people know…”, he wondered if the god of music was amused at this. Hesiodos surely was.
He waved his hand, “Nonsense. You’re quite a lovely company and amazing audience, and I relish on your presence, my dear Amarissa”, his tone was graceful, the one he normally used for nobility, and that common people loved to hear. Because for him, everyone that enjoyed his songs deserved to be spoken like that. But he didn’t dismiss the other two curious, “But of course, the rest are as free as enjoy my music, and to make requests…”, he didn’t ignore how they looked away. After all, he was still a foreign, and thus distrusted. But having someone that didn’t hate him for his skin color or religion was like a breath of fresh air.
“I understand”, he nodded, but perked up at her last request, “In fact, I do, but… I apologize in advance for this”, he chuckled before he began strumming. He knew this song quite well, as much as he knew the story behind it. It was so beautiful and epic that he even learned the lyrics to it. He knew Apollo wouldn’t mind him singing songs about other gods, as long as he did it with passion and with the gifts he gave him, and thus he sang, although with a heavy Greek accent that made it sound odd:
“I will sing to the Lord,
for he is highly exalted.
Both horse and driver
he has hurled into the sea.
The Lord is my strength and my defense;
he has become my salvation.
He is my God, and I will praise him,
my father’s God, and I will exalt him.
The Lord is a warrior;
the Lord is his name.
Pharaoh’s chariots and his army
he has hurled into the sea.
The best of Pharaoh’s officers
are drowned in the Red Sea.
The deep waters have covered them;
they sank to the depths like a stone.
Your right hand, Lord,
was majestic in power.
Your right hand, Lord,
shattered the enemy.
In the greatness of your majesty
you threw down those who opposed you.
You unleashed your burning anger;
it consumed them like stubble.
By the blast of your nostrils
the waters piled up.
The surging waters stood up like a wall;
the deep waters congealed in the heart of the sea.
The enemy boasted,
‘I will pursue, I will overtake them.
I will divide the spoils;
I will gorge myself on them.
I will draw my sword
and my hand will destroy them.’
But you blew with your breath,
and the sea covered them.
They sank like lead
in the mighty waters.
Who among the gods
is like you, Lord?
Who is like you—
majestic in holiness,
awesome in glory,
working wonders?
You stretch out your right hand,
and the earth swallows your enemies.
In your unfailing love you will lead
the people you have redeemed.
In your strength you will guide them
to your holy dwelling.
The nations will hear and tremble;
anguish will grip the people of Philistia.
The chiefs of Edom will be terrified,
the leaders of Moab will be seized with trembling,
the people of Canaan will melt away;
terror and dread will fall on them.
By the power of your arm
they will be as still as a stone—
until your people pass by, Lord,
until the people you bought[d] pass by.
You will bring them in and plant them
on the mountain of your inheritance—
the place, Lord, you made for your dwelling,
the sanctuary, Lord, your hands established.
The Lord reigns
for ever and ever. ”
And then, after realizing how he got carried away by the song, he finally breathed a couple of times before looking at Amarissa and bowing.
Amarissa could not help but smile broader as he performed Miriam's song so effortlessly. She watched with joy as he became involved with the tune and continued his performance with gusto. As he came to a close, and seemed to catch his breath with a bow, Amarissa clasped her hands together with thanks and bowed her head in return.
"A most wonderful performance m'lord" Amarissa said with respect to his craft. "I wish you the best as you travel through and perform. You are truly touched by His hand" she acknowledged, tactfully keeping whom she meant by 'he' vague.
"May He bless your endeavors and keep you safe" she uttered sincerely before glancing about to see if anyone was watching. "You are always welcome here" she added when it appeared the others were tending to their own affairs.
With that and another respectful dip of her head, she smiled at him and continued on her way. She wished she could have shown him more courtesy, invited him to dinner even perhaps. Had he been a fellow jew, especially family he would have a warm place to sleep and plenty to eat. Alas he was not, and to offer anything to him beyond praise for his trade and petitions to Yahweh for his protection were forbidden.
With but one glance back, Amarissa disappeared into the crowd once more, a smile in her heart and joy guiding her feet as she traveled back to her family's home.
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Amarissa could not help but smile broader as he performed Miriam's song so effortlessly. She watched with joy as he became involved with the tune and continued his performance with gusto. As he came to a close, and seemed to catch his breath with a bow, Amarissa clasped her hands together with thanks and bowed her head in return.
"A most wonderful performance m'lord" Amarissa said with respect to his craft. "I wish you the best as you travel through and perform. You are truly touched by His hand" she acknowledged, tactfully keeping whom she meant by 'he' vague.
"May He bless your endeavors and keep you safe" she uttered sincerely before glancing about to see if anyone was watching. "You are always welcome here" she added when it appeared the others were tending to their own affairs.
With that and another respectful dip of her head, she smiled at him and continued on her way. She wished she could have shown him more courtesy, invited him to dinner even perhaps. Had he been a fellow jew, especially family he would have a warm place to sleep and plenty to eat. Alas he was not, and to offer anything to him beyond praise for his trade and petitions to Yahweh for his protection were forbidden.
With but one glance back, Amarissa disappeared into the crowd once more, a smile in her heart and joy guiding her feet as she traveled back to her family's home.
Amarissa could not help but smile broader as he performed Miriam's song so effortlessly. She watched with joy as he became involved with the tune and continued his performance with gusto. As he came to a close, and seemed to catch his breath with a bow, Amarissa clasped her hands together with thanks and bowed her head in return.
"A most wonderful performance m'lord" Amarissa said with respect to his craft. "I wish you the best as you travel through and perform. You are truly touched by His hand" she acknowledged, tactfully keeping whom she meant by 'he' vague.
"May He bless your endeavors and keep you safe" she uttered sincerely before glancing about to see if anyone was watching. "You are always welcome here" she added when it appeared the others were tending to their own affairs.
With that and another respectful dip of her head, she smiled at him and continued on her way. She wished she could have shown him more courtesy, invited him to dinner even perhaps. Had he been a fellow jew, especially family he would have a warm place to sleep and plenty to eat. Alas he was not, and to offer anything to him beyond praise for his trade and petitions to Yahweh for his protection were forbidden.
With but one glance back, Amarissa disappeared into the crowd once more, a smile in her heart and joy guiding her feet as she traveled back to her family's home.
He let out a crisp chuckle, “I’m not a lord, my dear, but your words are flattering and bring me so much joy”, even her blessing, saying that she was touched by her god, was really flattering. He believed that it was Apollo who gave him his ability, but he knew quite well that she was giving him compliments with the higher being she knew – and that was saying something.
“I can’t thank you enough. Tomorrow, I shall depart and go to far off places, also to perform…”, as he said that, he looked at the horizon dramatically… though that was diminished by the fact that he was looking at a wall, “If I ever return, I hope fortune crosses our paths once again.”
He watched her leave longingly – in his mind, he knew she was just a random admirer that happened to like his music, but in his heart, he knew he had made a friend. That was another of the reasons why he performed and why he travelled: the people one knew along the way. After he lost her in the crowd, he continued playing for a bit, drawing a moderate amount of attention and coin. On the meanwhile, he was thinking of where he would go next… likely a far off place.
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He let out a crisp chuckle, “I’m not a lord, my dear, but your words are flattering and bring me so much joy”, even her blessing, saying that she was touched by her god, was really flattering. He believed that it was Apollo who gave him his ability, but he knew quite well that she was giving him compliments with the higher being she knew – and that was saying something.
“I can’t thank you enough. Tomorrow, I shall depart and go to far off places, also to perform…”, as he said that, he looked at the horizon dramatically… though that was diminished by the fact that he was looking at a wall, “If I ever return, I hope fortune crosses our paths once again.”
He watched her leave longingly – in his mind, he knew she was just a random admirer that happened to like his music, but in his heart, he knew he had made a friend. That was another of the reasons why he performed and why he travelled: the people one knew along the way. After he lost her in the crowd, he continued playing for a bit, drawing a moderate amount of attention and coin. On the meanwhile, he was thinking of where he would go next… likely a far off place.
He let out a crisp chuckle, “I’m not a lord, my dear, but your words are flattering and bring me so much joy”, even her blessing, saying that she was touched by her god, was really flattering. He believed that it was Apollo who gave him his ability, but he knew quite well that she was giving him compliments with the higher being she knew – and that was saying something.
“I can’t thank you enough. Tomorrow, I shall depart and go to far off places, also to perform…”, as he said that, he looked at the horizon dramatically… though that was diminished by the fact that he was looking at a wall, “If I ever return, I hope fortune crosses our paths once again.”
He watched her leave longingly – in his mind, he knew she was just a random admirer that happened to like his music, but in his heart, he knew he had made a friend. That was another of the reasons why he performed and why he travelled: the people one knew along the way. After he lost her in the crowd, he continued playing for a bit, drawing a moderate amount of attention and coin. On the meanwhile, he was thinking of where he would go next… likely a far off place.