[She looks at the art on the walls as they move through the building, and pays particular attention to the piano as she walks past it. When she's invited to sit down in one of the chairs, she stares at Christos for about thirty seconds before deciding to do what she wants, and makes her way over to sit at the piano instead.
She clumsily pokes at one of the keys, a high note that startles her and makes her eyes grow wide. She makes a face of distaste, and then plays a note that's in the middle of the piano. This one is a bit too high for her still, and so her attention shifts downward toward the left end. There she stabs at one of the keys, and the low, somber sound that rings in her ears is pleasing enough that she smiles and taps at it again.
Done after that, she stops and glances up at him.]
I don't think I've ever gotten to see something like this up close. It's beautiful.
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She clumsily pokes at one of the keys, a high note that startles her and makes her eyes grow wide. She makes a face of distaste, and then plays a note that's in the middle of the piano. This one is a bit too high for her still, and so her attention shifts downward toward the left end. There she stabs at one of the keys, and the low, somber sound that rings in her ears is pleasing enough that she smiles and taps at it again.
Done after that, she stops and glances up at him.]
I don't think I've ever gotten to see something like this up close. It's beautiful.