Maldrid watched the female dance in front of him in tune to the music. It was a sight to behold. She was very gifted at it. It mesmerized Maldrid as he watched. The beauty and grace of a dancer was one that he loved. The way they could twist and turn themselves to portray a specific event, person, or thing. It was much the same as his music, how it portrayed certain things. More in particular it conveyed emotion, and having a dancer there could only amplify its effect.
Maldrid continued to play his soft melody. Closing his eyes he was alone to his own thoughts and feelings. When he opened his eyes he was subject to the privilege of watching a talented dancer. After she had paused a moment she commented on how he played. Maldrid stopped playing his song and smiled. "Why thank you. You aren't so bad yourself."
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