He leans back slightly, bracing his hands against the dock as he tilts his head skyward - stars so unfamiliar to Earth, but stars he is starting to chart and understand... much different from the distant constellations on distant soils the Arcadia would only alight on once in a blue moon or only once ever.
He lets his good eye close, listening - the sound is pastoral, as if it should be heard echoing off rolling hills instead of the crest of the sea - it vaguely reminded him of Irish reels. As the final notes floated into the night, he exhales softly, a hazel eye opening once more.
"Beautiful, it's not often I run into others who play an ocarina like that,"
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Date: 2024-10-24 12:45 am (UTC)He lets his good eye close, listening - the sound is pastoral, as if it should be heard echoing off rolling hills instead of the crest of the sea - it vaguely reminded him of Irish reels. As the final notes floated into the night, he exhales softly, a hazel eye opening once more.
"Beautiful, it's not often I run into others who play an ocarina like that,"