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* Sabrina is sitting on a stool in her room playing her harp. The tune is rather quick paced and she is very focused.
* Fosst rolls the orange around in his palm, looking thoughtful as he stands silently outside Sabrina's door, listening to the music and mustering confidence.
* Sabrina trips over a note and frowns. She shakes her head and starts the tune over again.
* Fosst looks up at the sound of the broken note, and hmms. He knocks on Sabrina's door.
* Sabrina glances up, but continues to play. After another moment she stops and calls out, "Come in."
* Fosst opens the door softly, and looks inside before stepping in. "Hello, Sabrina." He smiles, a little weakly. "Shall we talk?"
* Sabrina smiles at Fosst, and nods. She points to the chair a few feet in front of her. "Please sit." She stays behind her harp and lightly picks at a string.
* Fosst nods, and takes a seat. He begins peeling the orange as he asks, "What was that, that you were just playing?"
<Sabrina> It doesn't have a name yet. ::she flushes just a bit:: It's the song I was going to write for you about the Uthgardt.
<Fosst> About the Uthgardt? ::tucks a handful of peels away, and pulls off a quarter of the orange:: That would be a story too gruesome to tell on something as lovely as a harp. An Uthgardt song normally has a lot of ugly fighting, you know. ::grins::
<Sabrina> ::smiles:: I know. We talked about all the songs being war songs. I told you I was going to write something for you that was different. ::She picks lightly at a string:: I am sure there is beauty in Uthgardt, you just have to look for it.
* Fosst eats the piece of orange in his hand. "Yes, truly--the snow can be dazzling, the ice majestic, and the mountains royal. But those are always there, and few songs are written about such ever-present things." He smiles. "But a song of beauty will be very refreshing."
* Sabrina nods and smiles. "So you came to talk, yes?"
* Fosst nods, and takes a breath. "Yes. I want us to be good friends, Sabrina. Would you be--hurt, or upset, if we were nothing more?"
* Sabrina looks down, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She takes a moment and looks back up. "Of course not. I....it's fine. I'll always be your friend." She offers a weak smile.
* Fosst nods. "I hope you understand, that I would not be ready." He looks a little distracted. "My life changed in more ways than simply culture when I left Uthgardt, and some things are learned faster than others."
* Sabrina nods. "I understand completely. I have been here for more than a year and have adjusted, and my culture was not so much different than this one." She picks at a string for a moment looking thoughtful, and then looks back up at Fosst. "I just wanted you to know, how I felt. Something that I have learned and come to greatly appreciate is always being honest and up front with people." She smiles a bit.
* Fosst nods, and his face suddenly splits into a grin. "Tis a great virtue! Please, cherish it." He looks momentarily at the fruit in his hand, and lifts it to Sabrina. "Orange?"
* Sabrina grins and slides the harp away, reaching to take a slice of the orange . "Thank you." She takes a bite and looks thoughtfully at Fosst. "Tell me about your father."
* Fosst thinks a moment before he replies. "He is determined, and quite clever--he loved me as being his son. But, he was rigid about the duties I was to obey, in my position. I believe he felt some sympathy, but... I do not quite know which bore more value to him, my sonship or my service."
* Sabrina nods. "Do you think he understood your position?"
<Fosst> Yes, I believe so. He too was in a position of duty, being the first son of his father-- ::smiles slightly:: also named Fosst--but had come to love his life for the authority it brought. Yet it had restrictions, and--I do believe he could feel a kind of pity for my position, if not sympathy.
* Sabrina nods. She reaches out to take another slice of the orange. She snaps her fingers and stands. "Thom told me he got a new crate of books. Do you want to go look and see what they are?"
* Fosst looks up at Sabrina as she stands, and smiles. "Sure." He gets up, and pops the last piece of the orange in to his mouth. "Let me go get my cloak. Shall we meet downstairs?"
* Sabrina nods and reaches for her cloak. "Ok." She buttons the front of her cloak, glancing up at Fosst before he goes. "Fosst, thank you." She smiles.
* Fosst steps into the hall, and turns to face Sabrina through the open doorway. He nods, and smiles. "You are welcome--and thank you, Sabrina." He makes a face. "That cloak hasn't fit quite the same after that--rainfall. I'll have to see how it is today..." He steps away, going to his room.
* Sabrina smiles and nods. She glances back at her harp once before going down to the bar.
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