"Feet out in front of you," he repeated thoughtfully, still strumming. Each word was slow, almost contemplative. "Wouldn't they be beneath you, more carrying-like? The other image is a bit ridiculous."
He smiled, and cast her a glance before looking down to the harp. Sounded much better now. Most likely that would change; storms always made his notes flat.
"Not especially," he answered, still calm as ever. The antsy behaviours of the other miqo'te made his grin stay firmly in place. "Do you?"
He smiled, and cast her a glance before looking down to the harp. Sounded much better now. Most likely that would change; storms always made his notes flat.
"Not especially," he answered, still calm as ever. The antsy behaviours of the other miqo'te made his grin stay firmly in place. "Do you?"