Malus' right hand slows down, slowing the tempo and changing the tone of the music. Before it was lively and energetic, now it called to the hearts of lovers, telling the story of romance and sadness, loves lost and loves forgotten. Nea changed her dancing as well, adapting to the music. Her movements took a more seductive turn. Simple yet elegant, she danced in rhythm of Malus's guitar, the pair drawing a larger crowed as the day grew older and the market filled.
Breathing steadily Malus kept his eyes closed. feeling the music as it resonated from the strings on his guitar. He marveled at how such a thing could be created, and relished that he could release such beauty to world. He carefully placed his left fingers on the frets, as his right hand plucked the strings, keeping them up to time with the tempo of the new song. His mind drifted as he listened to the music coming from his guitar, seemingly coming from a different source, surrounding him, filling him, filling his head with images of the rolling waves and the blowing sea. He felt free, and there was little that could take that from him.