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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2018 5:33 pm
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It was a shuffling day, one that had Samorakel eager to get a bit away from everything. His bandages were mostly gone, only a light wrapping around his throat -- the tender, pinking scar crept out, but he just couldn’t take the heavy bandages on his face any more. Yet he still wasn’t quite allowed to talk, for fear that his throat might still be damaged. His vocal assessment would be once he no longer needed bandages. So it left quite a large amount of boring free time to be had.
But the day was starting to wind down. After dinner had been served, Samorakel had gone to grab his guitar and shuffle back to play for anyone that had lingered back. Yet there’s someone, another apprentice that he doesn’t quite recognize--but he has been spending a lot of time with healers. Maybe.. Maybe he could make a new friend..?
Sam gently makes his way over, gently rapping his knuckle on the table to gain her attention and waved once he did so. He points to his guitar in his hands, and plucks a note, his eyebrows raising like he would for a question--hoping she might not mind him playing a bit.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2018 11:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 7:10 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2018 7:56 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2018 8:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2018 12:53 pm
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Okay. She was smiling. Obviously he hadn’t ruined what she had heard if she was looking that warm about it. Yet Samorakel continued to gently strum, eyes flitting from the paper to watch the girl scribble and write. But the question catches him off guard, and his fingers abruptly stop the melody with an odd twang. The compliment had his face instantly flooding with warmth, and he rubbed at the back of his neck a bit awkwardly. Specialized? Samorakel thinks about it for a moment, before a gentle shrug of his shoulders.
He points at his guitar and gives a thumbs up, before he glances around. A tapestry of a more favous harper weaving was hanging in the hall, and he points at the selection of other instruments, back at himself, and finally a thumbs down. He was good at the guitar, though any other instrument never clicked.
Samorakel gently tapped the paper in front of him that had her written melody and smiled, nodding. But her melody was good!
Shards and shells, he hated this talking ban.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2018 5:53 pm
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