Out Into The World

[aivea]

Zimri nods and smiles brightly when he answers, "I make a living as a bard, actually... After lunch, I'll play for everyone here and go ahead and make requests if you'd like."

Then he looks slightly puzzledly at Zaidh before saying to her, "Please relax a little... I'm sure we'll find some way to get you out of this situation."

"I'll just 'accidentally' leave my money in an obvious place. I've been broke before with nothing but the clothes on my back and my guitar and managed well enough."

He starts to eat slowly and takes a few sips of his drink. After pausing to process the taste, the bard grins and continues.

"This is really good!"

[keitosensei]

"Sorry." Zaidh smiles slightly, cheeks coloring in embarrassment, and sits down at the table to eat as well. "We're just... frustrated. And by we, I mean me. My family doesn't really worry about these things... they think that everything will turn out all right no matter what, so they're not inclined to do much about fixing the problem."

She stirs at her soup, and crosses her ankles, glancing up at the bard. "I'm glad you like it, though... that's an odd little stout from a farmer that brews what he can't sell at the market. Tell me something... what kind of songs do you sing?"

[aivea]

"Oh... I understand," Zimri says seriously in reply to Zaidh's comment about her family not being inclined to fix it. Brightening up, he answers the question, "I like to play and sing lively songs or love songs the most but I know a little of all kinds. What kind would you like me to sing?"

[keitosensei]

Zaidh purses her lips for a moment, as she thinks, reaching back to fiddle with her braid. "Hmmm... well, now, that is a good question." She looks up at the ceiling for a moment, before glancing back down to Zimri.

"Well, how about a lively love song... or a... lovely... lively... I don't think it works as well the other way around..."

[aivea]

(I'm not all that good at making up song lyrics so I hope you don't mind if I leave those out.)

Zimri nods before quickly finishing his meal and drink. After carefully, almost affectionately, tuning his guitar he begins to play a lively love song and sings the lyrics in a melodic, wistful voice. However, the song is rather old so it might be out of style despite his fondness for it. Once he's finished he asks, "Did you like it?"