Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170625033737/@comment-28358106-20170627172920

(S9) "And what fear would that be?" Leontyne picks up another piece of meat and, delicately carving it with a claw, pops it in her mouth.

Thomas pauses and gives a little smile to Lilrava. The next words that he speaks almost seem to come from a different person.

"Ir cin anír- im tur-ped-in i nimloth ah. Ceri-cin de i peth ur -o i Ahnan-mín?" [If you like, we can speak in the old way. Do you know the speech of the tree-music?]

As Martha and Sun-Mi continue to pick herbs, they gradually make their way around the pond, their ears tuned to the music that wafts over the hushed water. Eventually, they can see who it is.

It's an Inari, sitting on a rock among the flowering reeds on shore. She is fair-haired and looks to be perhaps in her late teens. The flute is pressed against her lips as she continues to play, her eyes closed as she concentrates. 

Suddenly, when they are perhaps thirty yards away, she pauses. She stops playing and opens her eyes, and blinks straight ahead.

"...Hello? Is someone there?" She calls quietly. Her hands feel next to her, and she reaches down, picking up a closed parasol and holding it in her lap.