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The young man wished not to spoil the mood with the mention of the fact, he knew where the Bardic Conservatory was. In truth, he had just been there recently, it was this reason that he was researching the crafting of a lute, as that was the boy's entry requirement to become a member. However, this was far in the back of his mind, as he held the arm of a beautiful young lady within his, though young was no doubt a relative term... The elven youth might be older then the boy or his father! Another thing, that was in the back of his mind. What was in the forefront of his thoughts, was not what one would think, but the nonsense of the frogs and this supposed charming business...
This thought was disturbed by a light giggle, and the light intrusion of a blossom upon his nose. Blowing a light puff of air over his lips to send the blossom on it's way, he turned his gaze to his companion for the time being and smiled. "So my Lady, Natura seems a simple place of simple pleasures, what drew you to the library? Surely there must have been some dream in one's head before starting there? Or was that always your passion?" It was a simple enough question, and one that would undoubtedly allow her ample time to talk.
As they walked down the forest pathway, the boy noted on how close they were, and his thought was confirmed as she slipped her hand away from his. However, being a man of charm, but respect, he let his fingers trace along her forearm gently as she pulled away, and smiled softly before turning his gaze to the structure and let out a light whistle. "Very impressive, I must say." Before he could say much else, he was quickly following after her at a brisk jog, matching her step for step.
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"A poet is a musician who can't sing. Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woeful small targets. Music touches their hearts directely no matter how small or stubborn the mind of the man who listens."
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