"I ain't much of a singer, 'less you count drinking songs." Getting the vibe Isil isn't particularly impressed, Rats snorts. "Nah? I also play piano." She wanders around the instrument, takes a seat. "I'd love to hear that songa yours someday. In the meantime, all I got's my own old ones. Hope my playing's not too much like nails on a chalkboard compared to the music you got in there." She taps the side of her head.
(Welcome! Sorry for my late reply; my brain died. orz)
Isil blinks slowly... and thoughtfully. Then after a few seconds, it clicks that they're being spoken to. So, they smile and make a motion in the air like they're playing a harp. "Singing's all the same when it comes from the heart, or so I've come to believe... But I..." They curl their fingers in the air and then huff a tiny laugh. "Maybe one day, we'll all hear that music. One day." They follow after her and look up to the sky. "It's alright. Play what you feel, and I'll sing. Music's always been the purest form of communication." They look back down at her and smile again. "...I'll follow your lead."
FourandMoreEyes
Isil
(here from this thread weehee o7)
"I ain't much of a singer, 'less you count drinking songs." Getting the vibe Isil isn't particularly impressed, Rats snorts. "Nah? I also play piano." She wanders around the instrument, takes a seat. "I'd love to hear that songa yours someday. In the meantime, all I got's my own old ones. Hope my playing's not too much like nails on a chalkboard compared to the music you got in there." She taps the side of her head.
10 months, 14 hours ago Edited 7:12 pm
(Welcome! Sorry for my late reply; my brain died. orz)
Isil blinks slowly... and thoughtfully. Then after a few seconds, it clicks that they're being spoken to. So, they smile and make a motion in the air like they're playing a harp. "Singing's all the same when it comes from the heart, or so I've come to believe... But I..." They curl their fingers in the air and then huff a tiny laugh. "Maybe one day, we'll all hear that music. One day." They follow after her and look up to the sky. "It's alright. Play what you feel, and I'll sing. Music's always been the purest form of communication." They look back down at her and smile again. "...I'll follow your lead."
9 months, 30 days ago Edited 7:50 pm