Golden eyes are still following the retreating back of the thief when he hears music that carries with it the faded cadence of Arda. The Maia schools his features into benevolence and kindness before he turns, seeking out the source of the music, and finding--
An elfling. Dark haired and wide eyed with an innocence that made his stomach turn, even if to the observer, his smile only becomes softer. More enchanted by the notes that sang from the harp the other carried, as he bends towards the musician. There is a moment, a brief thing, where he seems to wish to -- to sing, or join in with the harp, but he does not, instead tilts his head and smiles at the words.
"I do not know, I believe anything might be true if you wish it." He gives a graceful bow, tendrils of hair that looks to be molten gold, cascading over his shoulders, eyes a flash of fire. "However, if you might give me a name, perhaps I may speak to the truth of your question."
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An elfling. Dark haired and wide eyed with an innocence that made his stomach turn, even if to the observer, his smile only becomes softer. More enchanted by the notes that sang from the harp the other carried, as he bends towards the musician. There is a moment, a brief thing, where he seems to wish to -- to sing, or join in with the harp, but he does not, instead tilts his head and smiles at the words.
"I do not know, I believe anything might be true if you wish it." He gives a graceful bow, tendrils of hair that looks to be molten gold, cascading over his shoulders, eyes a flash of fire. "However, if you might give me a name, perhaps I may speak to the truth of your question."