She wasn’t quite sure what she had expected from the room, but the mix of half-hearted clapping and drunken cheer made her lips curl into a slight, satisfied smile. It was a small victory, but she’d take it. Danny’s reaction, though, was harder to gauge. She caught his grin, a bit less guarded than before, and she could almost feel the tension in the air shift, less testing, more... approval? Maybe even a hint of camaraderie, but she might be hoping too much, too early. His face looked far more handsome when he wasn’t so guarded.
Siora’s fingers idly plucked a few stray notes, as he spoke, keeping the rhythm alive as if she was deciding whether to dive into another song or let the moment breathe. When Danny commented on her guts, she couldn’t help but grin back, a flash of teeth that was part acknowledgment, part defiance.
She shifted her weight on the arm of the chair, adjusting her lute and letting it rest across her lap as she considered his offer. More songs, more drinks, more chances to make an impression. Or to draw the wrong kind of attention. She glanced around the room, noting the way a few of the regulars were already back to their own conversations, but others still watched her with a mix of curiosity and, she imagined, a bit of scepticism. All Bastien had to do was offer a shiny coin for information.
Danny’s voice cut through her thoughts, his tone shifting to something darker, more serious. His words weren’t a warning so much as a reminder and Siora felt a chill creep up her spine, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, she met his gaze, her eyes steady and searching, trying to read between the lines of what he was really saying.
Her fingers strummed a few more chords, a different melody this time—slower, more reflective.
Without waiting for his response, she began to play again, this time slipping into a softer, more melancholic tune. She let the song fill the corner of the tavern, letting it work its way into the background hum, subtly shifting the mood without demanding too much attention. As she played, her eyes flicked to Danny every so often, gauging his reaction, trying to piece together what kind of man he really was. She’d caught his interest tonight, sure, but that was just the beginning. And if he thought he was the only one keeping score, he was in for a surprise.
@Danny
Siora’s fingers idly plucked a few stray notes, as he spoke, keeping the rhythm alive as if she was deciding whether to dive into another song or let the moment breathe. When Danny commented on her guts, she couldn’t help but grin back, a flash of teeth that was part acknowledgment, part defiance.
Balls, huh? That’s one way to put it,she replied, the words light but with an edge that matched his tone.
I’d say it’s more about knowin’ when to make your move. Folk’s like a bit of distraction, something to take their minds off... everything else.
She shifted her weight on the arm of the chair, adjusting her lute and letting it rest across her lap as she considered his offer. More songs, more drinks, more chances to make an impression. Or to draw the wrong kind of attention. She glanced around the room, noting the way a few of the regulars were already back to their own conversations, but others still watched her with a mix of curiosity and, she imagined, a bit of scepticism. All Bastien had to do was offer a shiny coin for information.
Danny’s voice cut through her thoughts, his tone shifting to something darker, more serious. His words weren’t a warning so much as a reminder and Siora felt a chill creep up her spine, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, she met his gaze, her eyes steady and searching, trying to read between the lines of what he was really saying.
Don’t worry, Danny,she said, voice soft but firm, the playful lilt from earlier slipping away.
I’ve been taught not to trust anyone too quickly. Especially not when they’re offerin’ a round and advice all in the same breath.She let that hang there for a beat, then softened her expression, the ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
But... I appreciate it. Consider the warning noted.
Her fingers strummed a few more chords, a different melody this time—slower, more reflective.
And as for hangin’ around, well... we’ll see. Place like this, there’s always someone willing to pay for a good song.She tilted her head slightly, eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and defiance.
Or a bit of information. If you know how to listen. I’ll give you first rights to whatever I hear about.
Without waiting for his response, she began to play again, this time slipping into a softer, more melancholic tune. She let the song fill the corner of the tavern, letting it work its way into the background hum, subtly shifting the mood without demanding too much attention. As she played, her eyes flicked to Danny every so often, gauging his reaction, trying to piece together what kind of man he really was. She’d caught his interest tonight, sure, but that was just the beginning. And if he thought he was the only one keeping score, he was in for a surprise.
@Danny
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