08-14-2008, 10:31 PM
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Oh, she’d gotten the whole ‘why the hell do you haul that thing around?’ discussion before. Many, many times. Most musicians liked to keep instruments that were easy at hand — violins, fiddles, banjos, flutes, small drums, and everything else in between. Nikita not only wanted to be a tinier bit different when it came to her instrument pursuit, but, around two years ago, she had first heard the sound of a cello and fallen in love with it. There was something… different about the instrument that was particularly interesting. And, since then, she had gotten her own and never let it rest behind her. Her devotion towards it was enough that she had hammered wheels onto the heavy plastic case, so, surely, it was a bit more than just a small hobby for her.
The coyote watched the wolf with vague amusement as she spoke, the tip of her tail twitching behind her. “Of course. No normal pirates would sail these dangerous waters,” she said, her quick olive gaze darting out over the ocean. She could plainly hear the rasp of the waves crashing on the rocky cliffs, and didn’t doubt her own words in the least. “So, with what degree of a pirate you are, you must have gotten your hands on some pretty good treasure.” Her eyes glimmered with an unspoken joke as she paused to see what the response of the dark-furred wolf would be.
Oh, she’d gotten the whole ‘why the hell do you haul that thing around?’ discussion before. Many, many times. Most musicians liked to keep instruments that were easy at hand — violins, fiddles, banjos, flutes, small drums, and everything else in between. Nikita not only wanted to be a tinier bit different when it came to her instrument pursuit, but, around two years ago, she had first heard the sound of a cello and fallen in love with it. There was something… different about the instrument that was particularly interesting. And, since then, she had gotten her own and never let it rest behind her. Her devotion towards it was enough that she had hammered wheels onto the heavy plastic case, so, surely, it was a bit more than just a small hobby for her.
The coyote watched the wolf with vague amusement as she spoke, the tip of her tail twitching behind her. “Of course. No normal pirates would sail these dangerous waters,” she said, her quick olive gaze darting out over the ocean. She could plainly hear the rasp of the waves crashing on the rocky cliffs, and didn’t doubt her own words in the least. “So, with what degree of a pirate you are, you must have gotten your hands on some pretty good treasure.” Her eyes glimmered with an unspoken joke as she paused to see what the response of the dark-furred wolf would be.