[ maomao will get to find zhongli at the stage today, examining the various instruments with a keen eye. he seems to be looking for familiar ones, although his gloved fingers do briefly brush across a few less familiar instruments, testing strings and pressing levers as he goes, trying to figure them out.
when he spots her, he gives her a small smile in greeting. ]
Another day of not quite recognizing everything, but there are some musical instruments available to us that we might know. Do you play, Miss Maomao?
[ while initially the stage did earn her curiousity, watch him is more interesting. seeing which instrument he lingers or the way he checks them out. his age would give him the time to dabble in many hobbies, and it looks like music may be part of that.
at his question, maomao will shake her head ]
Granny would have liked it if I stuck to it, but I had no need to retain any of those lessons.
[ sometimes you forget or don't bother with things outside of your hyperfixation ]
Big sister Joka is skilled with the erhu. [ maomao will wait to see if he knows what that is ]
I've known many a granny that would cluck their tongue in disapproval at the thought of their grandchildren not keeping up with their various lessons, even with a respectable career such as an apothecary to their name.
[ softly and fondly amused, before his eyes scan across the stringed instruments at the mention of an erhu. with a quiet ah-ha, he steps away from the section he's in and goes to retrieve one of said instruments. ]
One of my companions was a zither player, the best I have ever known, but I have familiarity with the erhu. All these years... I can't recall the last time I played, myself, but it is a beautiful instrument.
I see - and it takes a certain person to seek courtesanship, as apposed to medicine.
[ it tells him what he needs to know about maomao, at least on a surface level, and he nods his understanding before he turns a bit to scope out the area behind him. rising up onto the ball of his foot, he half-perches, half-leans against the stage so that he can prop the erhu on his thigh and adjust his grip on it. ]
Even with the knowledge so freely given across Heaven, it will take some getting used to, remembering that there are many who know my age. But let's see... [ it takes a few tries, some tuning and familiarity, before... he plays. ]
[ it seems he understands enough that she doesn't have to explain further. she wonders if his world also has something similar or may have had it in the past. ]
There are quite a few who have a really long lifespan. There really are all sorts of worlds and people.
[ she is curious because imagine the medicine and poisons in all of those places!
she will keep herself from running wild with those thoughts especially when he starts to play. she will close her eyes as she listens to him play. ]
[ he still feels rusty, but his memory hasn't eroded in such a way that he's forgotten the songs that they used to play, gathered around the table together, a zither leading the melody. as he reaches the end, his eyes remain closed for a moment longer before he sets the bow down on the stage. ]
... with so many worlds, there are so many stories. But there's still similarities to be found - the erhu, hanfu, perhaps more, with the two of us alone. I will be interested in learning more, Miss Maomao, and sharing what I can in turn.
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when he spots her, he gives her a small smile in greeting. ]
Another day of not quite recognizing everything, but there are some musical instruments available to us that we might know. Do you play, Miss Maomao?
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at his question, maomao will shake her head ]
Granny would have liked it if I stuck to it, but I had no need to retain any of those lessons.
[ sometimes you forget or don't bother with things outside of your hyperfixation ]
Big sister Joka is skilled with the erhu. [ maomao will wait to see if he knows what that is ]
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[ softly and fondly amused, before his eyes scan across the stringed instruments at the mention of an erhu. with a quiet ah-ha, he steps away from the section he's in and goes to retrieve one of said instruments. ]
One of my companions was a zither player, the best I have ever known, but I have familiarity with the erhu. All these years... I can't recall the last time I played, myself, but it is a beautiful instrument.
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[ said in a voice that she finds it a bit of a pain.
her hand is on her chin again as she watches him retrieve it. once again, confirming their worlds have overlap. it's reassuring in a strange way.
stepping closer to get a look at the stringed instrument he was holding ]
With all of your years, it may have been quite a while. Do you think you can still play just as well?
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[ it tells him what he needs to know about maomao, at least on a surface level, and he nods his understanding before he turns a bit to scope out the area behind him. rising up onto the ball of his foot, he half-perches, half-leans against the stage so that he can prop the erhu on his thigh and adjust his grip on it. ]
Even with the knowledge so freely given across Heaven, it will take some getting used to, remembering that there are many who know my age. But let's see... [ it takes a few tries, some tuning and familiarity, before... he plays. ]
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There are quite a few who have a really long lifespan. There really are all sorts of worlds and people.
[ she is curious because imagine the medicine and poisons in all of those places!
she will keep herself from running wild with those thoughts especially when he starts to play. she will close her eyes as she listens to him play. ]
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... with so many worlds, there are so many stories. But there's still similarities to be found - the erhu, hanfu, perhaps more, with the two of us alone. I will be interested in learning more, Miss Maomao, and sharing what I can in turn.