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[violin_vagabond]

...this certainly isn't the Town Hall.

[A young man, roughly in his early twenties, has just wandered into the lobby. For all intents and purposes, it looks as though he's come in from outdoors like any normal person would, but in reality, he has opened the door to the Town Hall of a small farming village, walked through it, and entered a castle.]

I suppose I won't be playing the Music Festival after all. Hm.

[He shrugs, stops in the middle of the lobby, and--after adjusting and preparing and tuning for a moment--starts to play his violin here in the castle instead.]

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[peacockherald]

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<sub[Vanyel had come in from seeing Yfandes down for the evening - brushing her coat, seeing her fed and watered, just spending some time with her - when he came upon this scene.

He wanted to cry, almost. The music was good, beautiful even, and it made him ache because he could not touch the violin. Not that he knew what it was, but it made him think of his lute, his calloused fingers aching to touch strings and knowing he could not.

So he took what pleasure he could in good music and watched him play with half-lidded eyes, listening and absorbing the sound. At least the Castle had not taken this from him.]</sub>

[violin_vagabond]

[Mikhail is aware that he's got an audience, now, so he soon wraps up the song--he was improvising most of it anyway, it being one he wrote himself and knows by heart. He lowers the violin from his shoulder and tilts his head to one side, examining the listener.]

...hello.

[peacockherald]

_{[He looks at the young man and nods, brushing his silver streaked black hair behind his ear.]}

I did not mean to be a bother. I just enjoy music whenever I can find it.

[violin_vagabond]

You're no bother. I, too, enjoy music--if that wasn't obvious.

[He smiles and bows.]

My name is Mikhail.

[peacockherald]

Vanyel. Vanyel Ashkevron.

_{[He held out his hand for the other to shake, offering a quiet smile.]}

You play nicely.

[violin_vagabond]

[He returns the handshake.]

Thank you, sir. Do you play?

[peacockherald]

I do, but I cannot, anymore.

_{[There is a touch of sadness in his voice at that, almost actual pain.]}

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia hides behind a pillar to listen, peeking her head out to see the violinist. He seems dressed as a peasant but he has such skill with music. She waits until he finishes a song before making a sound. ]

[violin_vagabond]

[He hears her and looks over toward the pillar, lowering his violin from his shoulder.]

Hello? Is someone there?

[heloise]

[ She chuckles, stepping out with her hands clutching her skirt and curtsying slightly. ]

That was beautiful.

[violin_vagabond]

[He bows in return. Ah, it's nice to see a proper lady after all the dusty farm girls he's come to know back home!]

Thank you, miss! Ah--where are my manners--my name is Mikhail.

[heloise]

[ He reminds her of her dearest Narcissus and she smiles brightly at his introduction. ]

Lucrezia. How nice to meet you, Mikhail.

[violin_vagabond]

The pleasure is truly all mine, miss Lucrezia.

[He smiles and gives his glasses a little adjustment.]

It's lovely to meet someone with an appreciation for violin music!

[cantacquityou]

[Just where is that mellifluous sound coming from? Now this is the sort of thing he likes to hear...]

[violin_vagabond]

[Someone else listening in? Ah well--he's stopped playing now, realizing he's being spied on by quite a few. Really, he likes an audience, but not an audience that won't openly admit it's listening to him!]

[cantacquityou]

[Well, Edgeworth has made is quite obvious that he's listening to him. By relocating with his teacup and book to a chair close by.]

[violin_vagabond]

[He walks over and peers over his glasses down at the seated man.]

Enjoying yourself?

[cantacquityou]

Quite.

[sips]

Was that Vivaldi? 'Winter' from The Four Seasons? Largo, if I can correctly recall...

[violin_vagabond]

It surely was.

[He brightens.]

You are interested in music?

[doublethefun]

[the front door eases open silently and a blue pony steps in, before stopping and listening quite intently]

[violin_vagabond]

[For a bit, his eyes are shut as he focuses on the music; the next time he opens them, however, he's met with a unique sight indeed. And this "blue pony" is enough to surprise him into an abrupt end to his playing.]

Goodness! What have we here?

[doublethefun]

[darn. She looks a little disappointed when he stops.]

A pony, as 'twere. I am called Luna.

[violin_vagabond]

Luna! Pleasure to meet you. My name is Mikhail.

[He's nothing if not polite, so although the talking pony is very curious to him, he bites back the desire to ask more about how such a thing can exist.]

Were you... enjoying the music?

[doublethefun]

[she nods, stepping further into the lobby.]

Thou art most talented, Mikhail.

[violin_vagabond]

Why thank you! I'm honored by such a compliment from someone who is... high class, perhaps, if your manner of speaking is any indication?