Daemon has taken to sitting on his porch and watching the lake, his cabin just far enough back into the trees that he is more likely to see anyone wandering about before they see him. A truly awful romance novel from the gas station in his hands and his chair tipped back, this time he hears signs of life first.
A string instrument. Bowed, if he was not mistaken. Curious.
With a thought, he vanishes the book and and picks himself up off his porch to investigate. His meandering path down to the lakeshore does not take him overlong, but long enough to get a sense for the talent of the player, and when he arrives he does not interrupt her. Instead, he merely observes, hands in his pockets, and takes in the sight of her in her suit...and the water rippling as if in breeze.
His attention sharpens at that. Ever more curious.
When she finishes playing, he pulls his hands from his pockets and offers polite applause as well as the compliment: "I'm sure you already know, but I must say. You are very good."
Lakeside & Impromptu Concert Audience~
A string instrument. Bowed, if he was not mistaken. Curious.
With a thought, he vanishes the book and and picks himself up off his porch to investigate. His meandering path down to the lakeshore does not take him overlong, but long enough to get a sense for the talent of the player, and when he arrives he does not interrupt her. Instead, he merely observes, hands in his pockets, and takes in the sight of her in her suit...and the water rippling as if in breeze.
His attention sharpens at that. Ever more curious.
When she finishes playing, he pulls his hands from his pockets and offers polite applause as well as the compliment: "I'm sure you already know, but I must say. You are very good."