Andre's expression quickly returned to it's normal, content state upon hearing her words, a shy smile finally breaking through the surface of his once solid expression and restoring him to his typical composure. He was satisfied with that answer.
"I see" he replied softly.
His gaze drifted away from her and returned to face ahead of himself once more. His softened, sapphire eyes focused on the surface of the rolling stream as it scurried and tumbled over it's uneven, rocky bed to try and quickly make its way down to the placid safety of the pool near the bottom of the hill.
He blinked slowly as he articulated his thoughts on the matter before parting his lips to speak again.
"Though if you don't mind me saying, I do believe in what I had mentioned earlier" he added after a moment without taking his eyes away from the fleeting river water.
"Everyone's melody is different, unique. Should you find yourself as audience to the music eventually then I'm sure it will be with someone who understands and knows best how to keep your lack of certainty at bay. Or..." he trailed off for a moment.
"...or perhaps the music will be so overwhelming that you'd be willing to openly embrace what you fear now" he concluded in speculation.
In truth, there was only so much he could say being that he too, had yet to hear the music, though at the very least he wanted to reassure the girl. There were much graver things to fear in this world after all.
"I'm sorry..." he added with a small laugh in embarrassment after another short pause before continuing.
"As I have said, I am not certain myself, but... be it fairytales or genuine instances like that with your grandparents... doesn't it make you feel as though its something you cannot truly comprehend until it comes to you? Every song is different and yet, somehow...... they all sound the same"
His voice began soft and carefree, but as it continued it slowly drifted into something more somber and passionate, as though lulled by the intensity of his own words. Andre was not ready for such things either, but from everything he had heard and even from the songs he had sang so often before, the mysterious tales of lovers and the loveless had left him curious of the one emotion he did not fully understand.
In a brief moment of hindsight, his mind returned to that of Clover's predicament. As innocent as her spoken feelings made her sound, it also sparked a feeling of sadness within the male.
("Is love really something to fear?")
"I see" he replied softly.
His gaze drifted away from her and returned to face ahead of himself once more. His softened, sapphire eyes focused on the surface of the rolling stream as it scurried and tumbled over it's uneven, rocky bed to try and quickly make its way down to the placid safety of the pool near the bottom of the hill.
He blinked slowly as he articulated his thoughts on the matter before parting his lips to speak again.
"Though if you don't mind me saying, I do believe in what I had mentioned earlier" he added after a moment without taking his eyes away from the fleeting river water.
"Everyone's melody is different, unique. Should you find yourself as audience to the music eventually then I'm sure it will be with someone who understands and knows best how to keep your lack of certainty at bay. Or..." he trailed off for a moment.
"...or perhaps the music will be so overwhelming that you'd be willing to openly embrace what you fear now" he concluded in speculation.
In truth, there was only so much he could say being that he too, had yet to hear the music, though at the very least he wanted to reassure the girl. There were much graver things to fear in this world after all.
"I'm sorry..." he added with a small laugh in embarrassment after another short pause before continuing.
"As I have said, I am not certain myself, but... be it fairytales or genuine instances like that with your grandparents... doesn't it make you feel as though its something you cannot truly comprehend until it comes to you? Every song is different and yet, somehow...... they all sound the same"
His voice began soft and carefree, but as it continued it slowly drifted into something more somber and passionate, as though lulled by the intensity of his own words. Andre was not ready for such things either, but from everything he had heard and even from the songs he had sang so often before, the mysterious tales of lovers and the loveless had left him curious of the one emotion he did not fully understand.
In a brief moment of hindsight, his mind returned to that of Clover's predicament. As innocent as her spoken feelings made her sound, it also sparked a feeling of sadness within the male.
("Is love really something to fear?")
[Close Curtain]
[End of Scene]
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
