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"Will you contradict the wishes of the beautiful lady?"

Camrad_RIP 25.02.26 в 14:08

"Yes."

Camrad_RIP 08.06.25 в 16:35

Biel looked at the man appraisingly, noting a subtle yet, to an experienced eye, obvious change. Curzio was as varied as a drop of mercury, always adapting to his interlocutor, lacking a distinct form, always elusive, always unknowable. But now the man had withdrawn, withdrawn, as if frozen, giving him rigid contours that could even cut someone if they weren't careful.

Camrad_RIP 24.02.26 в 18:01

"Unpleasant memories..." Biel murmured thoughtfully, looking straight into the face of the owner of the house. "Let's play."

Camrad_RIP 24.02.26 в 18:02

"I offer you another game."

Camrad_RIP 24.02.26 в 18:03

Biel walked with a truly regal gait to the table and sat gracefully, leaning her elbow on the precious wood.

Camrad_RIP 24.02.26 в 18:04

"I'll try to figure you out."

Camrad_RIP 24.02.26 в 18:47

"You were poor."

Camrad_RIP 08.06.25 в 16:48

"Yes."

Camrad_RIP 08.06.25 в 16:48

"Was it broken by one of your relatives?"

Camrad_RIP 10.06.25 в 18:21

"Hmm..." Curzio frowned, surprised by the unexpected turn of events and remembering. "Yes, one of my servants plays the lyre. But it's an instrument of island style, not a mainland one."

Camrad_RIP 25.02.26 в 14:05

The island lyre was generally similar to its continental cousin, but smaller, had more strings, and a different shape—not a frame, but a board with a decoratively cut hole running three-fifths of the instrument's length. A bundle of strings ran across the board and then fanned out over the window.

Camrad_RIP 24.02.26 в 19:15

"Interesting," Biel commented, handling the instrument quite skillfully. "Let's see if the general principles hold up."

Camrad_RIP 24.02.26 в 19:14

She sat down, resting the lyre on her hip, and removed her gloves, which the man promptly took away. She ran her long fingers over the strings, producing atonal notes. Biel played unusually, with both hands, her chin resting on the instrument. At first, the host assumed a mask of polite approval, as befits a guest attempting to demonstrate some talent. However, once the woman had adjusted to the new instrument, Curzio was captivated. Using both hands, the marquise muted the low, often nasal, notes, making the lyre sound high and melodic, so that the music seemed to dissolve into the air, saturating the ether with honeyed vibrations. Then Biel began to sing softly.

Camrad_RIP 24.02.26 в 18:47

Песня.

Camrad_RIP 24.02.26 в 18:48