7th trap ♪

[lucky_breath]

[If your journal is open (or you happen to be passing by the orchard), you'll be treated to the delightful sounds of a flute. The music is odd, though. Almost like it's trying to be cheerful, but failing. She's trying to cheer up! Really. But she misses Kevas. And she's sure he doesn't want her anymore for real this time. And she's not even really sure what she's done now.

And this really makes her miss Stocke. At least he still wants her around. Or he would if he were here.

But Aht's a big girl! She should buck up and not cry. Stocke wouldn't want her to cry. So instead, she'll just play a song he really liked. Who knows? Maybe he'll hear it, wherever he is.

And maybe you'll hear it too.]

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[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[Well he's just the source of a whole bunch of problems lately now isn't he? Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, he happens to be wandering through the orchard right now looking as miserable as eve, perhaps even more miserable.]

[lucky_breath]

[Aht is mid-twirl when she spots Kevas and the music stops abruptly. Gosh it feels like it's been forever since she's seen him.]

...Kevas?

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[Kevas stops and turns when he hears his name. Oh hey, someone who doesn't completely hate him now. The smile he gives her is a tired one but it's a smile nonetheless.]

Hey dere sweetheart.

[lucky_breath]

[Oh Kevas, Aht could never hate you! She's just very worried. When he smiles, she smiles too. A tentative step in his direction. Can it be hug times?]

Are you okay?

[muteforareason]

[Jael happens to be walking by the orchard when Aht is playing. Intrigued, she heads towards the music until she finally manages to find Aht.

Studying Aht from several feet away, she writes something down on her paper before waiting to see if Aht notices or acknowledges her.]

[lucky_breath]

[Aht is reaching a lull in the music when she realizes she has an audience. Jael gets a small smile and wave.]

Hi!

[muteforareason]

[Jael returns the smile and wave before approaching Aht. Once she's close enough, she holds up the piece of paper she had written.]

Hello. That song is very beautiful.

[Commentlog]

[lightwithin]

[Kairi's picking apples when she hears the music. She pauses, half hanging out of a tree to try and spot whoever's playing.

It sounds good to her, but then music wasn't something she was good at. Soon she's climbing down and searching for the flautist.

It doesn't take her long to spot the girl with blue hair and - are those horns?

Kairi waits for a suitable lull in the sing before she speaks.]

Hello.

[Commentlog]

[lucky_breath]

[Aht stops playing abruptly, and turns when she hears the voice.]

Hi!

[Commentlog]

[lightwithin]

That was pretty

[She crouches down, setting the basket of apples beside her.]

Where did you learn to play?

[icnfly.livejournal.com]

*Jacob likes the orchard because its got trees and doesn't try to kill him. Or it hasn't yet. So he likes to hang out near it, and it turns out he's in a tree when he hears Aht playing.*

That's nice.

*He smiles, then flits down from the tree and heads over towards Aht.*

[lucky_breath]

Thank you!

[When Aht turns to look at Jacob, her face is puzzled, but certainly not unfriendly.]

Are you a beastkind too?

[icnfly.livejournal.com]

Beastkind? I guess you could call it that. We call it 'hybrids' where I'm from.

*He cants his head a bit.*

Does the song you were playing have a name?

[ghostly-stutter.livejournal.com]

[Hearing the sound, Chloe tilts her head and walks closer, wondering what about the up-lifting notes seemed off to her. Seeing the young girl, she stops a few feet away, not wishing to interrupt the performance. Only when Aht stopped playing would Chloe speak.]

You play well.

[lucky_breath]

[Aht smiles at Chloe and even offers a curtsy. Just like Liess taught her.]

Thank you.

[ghostly-stutter.livejournal.com]

[A little taken-aback by the curtsy, Chloe does her own rendition of one, cheeks pinking slightly and knowing it was awkwardly done. Still, this girl seems sweet.]

You're welcome. I'm Chloe. I don't think we've met.

[makesowndestiny.livejournal.com]

[Noting the sound, Dastan's curiosity gets the better of him and he changes paths, walking towards the music in the air. When he sees the young girl he pauses, then a smile finds his face and he steps nearer.]

You play your instrument nicely. May I ask your name?

[It was nice, hearing something that would make him smile while he was still fretting over the possibly disappearance of his brother.]

[lucky_breath]

[Aht plays her song to its end, before turning to look at Dastan. She smiles and curtsies politely, to signify her performance was through.]

I'm Aht! What's your name?

[makesowndestiny.livejournal.com]

[Bowing in response, Dastan is definitely grinning when he looks at her.]

Dastan. It is a pleasure to meet you, Aht. Do you play this instrument often?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[The big Autobot is on his way out toward the forest. There are trees out there who need to be punched.]

[But the sound makes him pause. Where is that even coming from?]

[So excuse him while he goes stomping around looking for the source.]

[lucky_breath]

[It's stops abruptly when she hears the stomping.

When she spots Ironhide, she smiles. Wave!]

Hi, Ironhide!

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Oh. It's just the child. Nothing sinister here after all.]

[... Ironhide, are you disappointed?]

[He nods.]

What are you doing out here?

[faun_tumnus]

[Tumnus has been terribly lax in his attention to those he promised to keep an eye on; one of which is the young faun, Aht.

There is only one that he's heard that can play the way she is playing and there is no missing how melancholy the song is.]

Aht, child, would you care for some company?

[lucky_breath]

[Uncle Mr. Tumnus! She almost pockets her flute and flings herself at him. But doesn't.]

Hi, Mr. Tumnus! You'll stay with me?

[faun_tumnus]

[Tumnus smiles as he clips up to the child, his entire demeanor warm and inviting. She doesn't need to throw herself into his arms, as he walks up and hugs her gently to himself.]

I can think of no better way to spend my day, Aht.

[And his tone is nothing but honest and genuine.]

Would you like me to play with you?