Hadama followed Calliope into the shop, gesturing towards the section where the mirror still rested among other pieces of silverwork. He had known of Selah's retirement, though the reasons for it were a mix of unsubstantiated rumors and it seemed rude to inquire when the young woman offered no further details on the subject.
He swam slowly within the small space of the shop, picking up a brass bell and examining it as they spoke. Where do you usually perform? he asked, curious. If time permitted it would be worth it to hear Selah's daughter perform, and his sister would certainly appreciate the heads-up about it. And when?
It was a pleasant way to spend the afternoon, in conversation with the young performer. A memory to hold against the dark times the future would someday bring.
~Fin~
He swam slowly within the small space of the shop, picking up a brass bell and examining it as they spoke. Where do you usually perform? he asked, curious. If time permitted it would be worth it to hear Selah's daughter perform, and his sister would certainly appreciate the heads-up about it. And when?
It was a pleasant way to spend the afternoon, in conversation with the young performer. A memory to hold against the dark times the future would someday bring.
~Fin~
