[ He'd look good, haunting a forest. Maybe she'd join him. It definitely seems like it'd be a much simpler life than the one she's trying to lead now. But, of course, she thinks of Vanyel and knows she couldn't leave. Asking him to join, too, was probably too much. It's not like they were actually dating or anything, anyway...

But that's getting into one of the things she didn't want to talk about, let alone think about. So. She heeds his request, scooching over to the side with his good ear. Her guitar case is unbuckled and she pulls out the instrument with ease; people tell her she looks like she was made to do this. Sometimes, she think she was. ]

What're you feeling today? Something sweet, something sad, something fun? I can jam to just about anything right now.