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Epifanio was particularly fond of Eisen, his gamba. He had carried it everywhere with him, and treated her with the utmost respect. The same way that he intended to treat Aliana. He respected her for her craft, and above all else was surprised when she apologized to him. She didn’t seem the sort to doing such a thing. If anything his first impression of her is that she burned just as much with a fiery tone as the flames she wielded.
Those flames, Those sparks. It was something enough to muse him. A muse gathered by the distinct tone of her emotions, and he knew her now to be more complex than what he originally thought. “You haven’t upset me.” He said as acting out a smile. It was part of his routine, but smiles comforted others, this much he knew.
He wanted to comfort her through her craft, as it seemed she was a bit distraught from Kenava. “You know, there is this tale that wishes can come true. You see on a certain night a star will fall I would show you so you could wish, but any fool can show you the stars. I can make them dance…” His words were slow, and carefully thought out. The tension within the room seemed to dwindle, and his mellow tone seemed to work in his favour as she asked what he did for his work.
Walking over to Eisen he released her from her cage. Her elegance and beauty was by far alluring and enchanting. Carefully he set the gamba between his legs as he sat on a nearby chair. “Nevermind me, Aliana. I will show you what I do for work. Let my music enchant your heart for your own.”
Taking bow out and gently smirking up at Aliana, the forge-room started to sound off with music which was a result to Aliana. Her whole being seemed to move him to a muse that despite being improvisation was beautiful, just as her.
As bow met string on a lighter tone he worked diligentally as Aliana would most likely be running the forge once again. Music met with the tones of metal and fire. The result was unbecoming. With every movement of his body against Eisen, she sounded off with delightful tones of complexity. Slowly closing his eyes, Epifanio envisioned Aliana. Her looks, her strength, and her personality. It all sounded off in the improvisation.
When the music was finally done, Epifanio said not a word. He sat there, waiting for her reaction. He wasn’t sure about what she would do, but he did know that sometimes playing an instrument so passionately could be awkward. He didn’t mind it in the least. If anything else he would act his way out of the awkwardness, and if she didn’t like it – though his feeling may be hurt and be reflected in his eye colors, he would try to hide the fact.
