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Arestevana · 05-03-2004, 06:22 PM

A piano? Arestevana re-read the note, puzzling over it. She had heard both the pipe and the accordion played in the halls of Edoras, and was quite impressed by Symestreem’s musical history. But what in Arda was a piano? It did sound a bit familiar, a feeling reminiscent of Déjà vu, but she was quite certain she had never seen or heard of such a thing.

Symestreem had gone to find more pizza, and Kitanna was still puzzling over the note. When the former reappeared with drinks, Arestevana replied apologetically, “I’m sorry, but I’ve never heard of a piano before. What is it?” Waiting as the fiddler paused to write another note, Arestevana reached for a glass. She took a sip: wine. Regretfully, she set the glass down again. The pizza had made her thirsty, but she had a strange feeling that she shouldn’t drink the tempting concoction. It probably had something to do with the kind but firm bringing-up she’d received from her foster parents.

Sighing, Arestevana leaned over to read the note Symestreem was completing. She suddenly realized how tired she was. Even arriving late, she hadn’t slept in almost forty-eight hours, if her exhaustion was any measure. Shaking off the subtle nagging of her conscience, she took another gulp of wine. It would keep her awake, and she really didn’t wish to miss the last hours of the celebration.

05-03-2004, 06:22 PM	#15
Arestevana Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: May 2003 Location: West over water Posts: 486	A piano? Arestevana re-read the note, puzzling over it. She had heard both the pipe and the accordion played in the halls of Edoras, and was quite impressed by Symestreem’s musical history. But what in Arda was a piano? It did sound a bit familiar, a feeling reminiscent of Déjà vu, but she was quite certain she had never seen or heard of such a thing. Symestreem had gone to find more pizza, and Kitanna was still puzzling over the note. When the former reappeared with drinks, Arestevana replied apologetically, “I’m sorry, but I’ve never heard of a piano before. What is it?” Waiting as the fiddler paused to write another note, Arestevana reached for a glass. She took a sip: wine. Regretfully, she set the glass down again. The pizza had made her thirsty, but she had a strange feeling that she shouldn’t drink the tempting concoction. It probably had something to do with the kind but firm bringing-up she’d received from her foster parents. Sighing, Arestevana leaned over to read the note Symestreem was completing. She suddenly realized how tired she was. Even arriving late, she hadn’t slept in almost forty-eight hours, if her exhaustion was any measure. Shaking off the subtle nagging of her conscience, she took another gulp of wine. It would keep her awake, and she really didn’t wish to miss the last hours of the celebration.