(( Oh my.. ♥ ))
The maven nods her head in answer, although confused by what could the armordillo meant by “mate ship” she was curious to know.
ask-sona started following Kuryu
“Wheres that music coming from? Its very… serenading…” I enjoyed music like this. The last time i heard music as lovely as this was when i summoned Sona… Could it be…?
I started to follow the music only to find a lone sona playing the Theme of Love on her etwhal. again… its so serenading… How should i approach? i dont want to disturb her as she played but…
The notes flew from the instrument as Sona continued to pluck the chords with very gentle movements, her back was straight and her posture right, almost tensed. She had been practicing her playing alone and the Institute offered many places where she could be in solitude.
Music continued to play out from the magical instrument and if anyone paid attention to the Maven behind the soothing chords they would have noticed how her eyes were closed in concentration.
“Perhaps I should refrain from being so nosy as well…” Hey, she looked upset and he just wanted to read the note…“You must be lonely. I am…unsure of what that feels like. However.” He frowned. “You are welcome to stay at my castle if you wish to. Surely that would be more appealing than this place.”
Had she made the Hemomancer worry? She can’t help the small smile that tugs at the corner of her lips, the maven gives the hand that still held her shoulder a gentle pat to re-assure him that she was fine.
How curious that a Noxian such as himself would bother to check on someone like Sona to the point of offering her company.
The maven flashes him a warm smile at her fellow champion. Who knew the Hemomancer could be so kind.
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“Oh.”He smiles apologetically.
“Pooling under doors is a habit of mine.”
Vladimir approaches her, gently setting a hand on her shoulder.
“He is simply jealous because he cannot attract a beautiful woman such as yourself. Old, useless men are like that I presume…”
A deflated sigh escapes her lips, pursing them as her breath left.
It had been weeks since she came to Noxus for what was supposed to be a very short visit. She would play a private concert for the High Commander Grand General and enjoy her stay for a few days.
Or so that was the plan before certain events took place.
So now, here she was, in a strange room she hadn’t been able to get used to since she settled in. At least her manager has been thoughtful enough to send her correspondence for her to get distracted with.
The letters that now had been messily scattered on the desk and floor.
She could still feel the Hemomancer’s hand on her bare shoulder, she doesn’t seem to mind as much as the mention of the Wuju Master. How did he know—
Her head turns to face him with questioning eyes before they looked for the crumpled paper she had thrown away before.
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“And even I am tempted to tell him what I think with my fists.”Vladimir is a possessive man.
Stop hurting his play thing’s feelings.
Sona jumps on her seat as she turns around, surprised to hear the Hemomancer so suddenly. Her hand accidentally knocking over the rest of the letters, they scatter across the floor.
Her instrument responds to her reaction as it protectively hummed, having settled in front of her.
The maven brings a hand to rest on her chest to settled her alarmed heartbeat, taking slow steady breaths. Her eyes glance towards the man with a small glare.
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The sound of something crumpled hitting the floor is barely heard as the Maven looked over her instrument, fingertips barely brushing the woodcarvings of the Etwahl.
“…”
Her unwavering form kept that pose for a long time before she finally laid her back against her seat as she reached for the next letter.
The maven tilts her head questioningly at the Sentinel’s query. Unsure on the meaning of his words. What was he going on about? Space? Soul? Lee Sin? Was he asking her on an hypothetical question of sorts?
A single high note is strung from her Etwahl to denote her confusion.
