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Skye drew a shape in the sand, and Dawali watched with great interest, blatantly obvious from the shine in his eye and slightly opened mouth. Still, the shape she drew made little sense to him - how were the strings made? Why on earth would it make sense? The male assumed the drawing to be of the actual size of a "guitar", and could not deduce what materials it was made from. To.. pluck the strings? His eyebrows furrowed towards each other as the male thought, and he took a breath to speak a question several times before the question came, as if trying to find the best way to speak it. "So— You— ...I think I will have to see this guitar to understand," he finally concluded, speaking it with a resigned sigh, though still a very intrigued one. Having no clue at all how an instrument like that would work, the male spent a short moment wondering how it sounded. If tackled literally, "plucking" strings didn't sound like it would make a pleasing sound at all. But clearly there had to be more to it than that.
His brows rose with excitement as Skye responded with such positive words, though lessened only slightly when she stated she didn't know if they could make instruments. For a moment Dawali was puzzled yet again - here was a pack of many musicians, yet none were able to create instruments? Who made these "guitars", then? "I see... But where do you get your instruments if you do not create them yourselves?" While Dawali was foreign to these instruments, he knew very well that many inhabitants of these lands salvaged items left over from the humans. He loathed the feeling he got whenever he approached an area which had so many scars it was obvious that it had held many of them at once - feeling as if their spirits were staring at hi from beyond while he was disturbing their ground. It chilled him, and he avoided the areas as much as he could. It had been a year since he set foot in such a place, and with time he almost forgot they existed. For that reason, he didn't even stop to think that that was how these individuals were acquiring their "guitars".