You aint just whistling Dixie...
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<style="color:#768894">She chuckled as she remembered she had forgotten to tell her name. Aye, I do apologize. I am Angelique du Coudray. she said as she bowed a little. Putting the pipe back with her others in her leather bag she had on her hip, she smiled. Indeed she was rather talented. She had gotten it from her mother. Thank ye. I haven't had compliments like that for a long time. she said with a smile. She really hadn't had some one who had been willing to listen to her play her music like he had. Thank you for listening to me play. She had grown up in a place where they communicated with music. Since she was born they had taught her how to play with different types of instruments, and how to make those instruments. She had yet to make a violin like she wanted, for there was no horse hair around to make the strings out of. But no matter. She had other ideas for that. Would you like me to teach you how to play one?


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