Dust has somehow gotten ahold of a lute. She isn’t entirely sure how, honestly, but with the bonfire roaring behind her, sparks crackling and the air so crisp and clear, it hardly seems to matter. She strums and sings merrily, happy to welcome any listeners with a little wink.
“Somewhere in a hidden memory
Images float before my eyes
Of fragrant nights of straw and of bonfires
And dancing till the next sunrise…”
J’hasi was drawn in by the singing and the calming strums of a lute, sitting down in front of who he recognized as Dust. He beamed at her, drunk, but knowing enough to keep quiet during a performance. He rocked a little in place, occasionally taking drinks of his spiced pumpkin mead. He couldn’t help half-humming along, trying to be quiet but the music pulling at him to sing too.
Ghost settled down behind him with a huff, the Khajiit leaning back into her pale side with a happy smile spreading over his face. She was a soft warmth at his back, while the bonfire warmed his front, helping against the oncoming chill of dusk, cinders trailing up into the darkening skies… His whiskers fanned out with a purr, tail tip tapping along to the rhythm.
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