[ He notices her wandering gaze and their eyes meet at the tail end of it. Sciel doesn't turn away or appear at all bashful, instead looking back at him with a curious little smile and the beginnings of a question in her face. This is still not the right time, but...he doesn't seem particularly put out by this one, isolated moment.
Yes, this isn't (yet?) the place for pursuing that further, but it is good to know that the might be some reciprocity.
For now: Sciel, the dealer, considers her options before settling on discarding four and drawing that number, looking it over with an inscrutable expression. ]
Oh, giving up already? [ Obviously not, but she won't pass up the opportunity for some fond teasing.
The wording of his question is a surprise, and she makes a thoughtful sound as she turns it over in her mind, giving it serious consideration.
"What would you want the music to make you feel?" Music is transformative -- powerful, in the right hands -- and the idea that it might be able to so completely alter a person's mood is tempting. To ask for "happy," or "relaxed" and possibly be able to have that experience generated for her.
That isn't what she settles on, though. There's a visible moment where Sciel seems to have the answer dawn on her, and her teeth flash in another pleased smile. ]
I would want it...to make me feel like I know you.
[ It's spoken carefully, but still with a lightness that doesn't put too much drama into the declaration. Sciel drops her gaze to the cards in front of them, waiting patiently for him to take his turn. ]
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Yes, this isn't (yet?) the place for pursuing that further, but it is good to know that the might be some reciprocity.
For now: Sciel, the dealer, considers her options before settling on discarding four and drawing that number, looking it over with an inscrutable expression. ]
Oh, giving up already? [ Obviously not, but she won't pass up the opportunity for some fond teasing.
The wording of his question is a surprise, and she makes a thoughtful sound as she turns it over in her mind, giving it serious consideration.
"What would you want the music to make you feel?" Music is transformative -- powerful, in the right hands -- and the idea that it might be able to so completely alter a person's mood is tempting. To ask for "happy," or "relaxed" and possibly be able to have that experience generated for her.
That isn't what she settles on, though. There's a visible moment where Sciel seems to have the answer dawn on her, and her teeth flash in another pleased smile. ]
I would want it...to make me feel like I know you.
[ It's spoken carefully, but still with a lightness that doesn't put too much drama into the declaration. Sciel drops her gaze to the cards in front of them, waiting patiently for him to take his turn. ]
Up to the challenge?