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Much to her disappointment, the man explains that his booth is not full of weapons. He rattles off terms she isn't familiar with and what is apparently the name of the shop. Cabinetry, furniture- it's all foreign to her and otherwise pointless. Why bother selling things if they can't be used for anything practical? At the least, he had pointed her to a booth of weapons further down the road. Her gaze follows for a moment as she feels tempted to go and take a look, but for some reason she turns back around.
The man is still trying to explain what things are as he picks up what he calls a pipe. She vaguely knows what music is, but she never tried to make it herself. It always seemed like a type of magical ability. He quickly shows her how to use the pipe and a few notes chime through the air. He then hands it over for her to try, but he had done it so fast. For a moment, Morrighan is just staring at him blankly and regretting ever stepping over to this booth. She would've been better off keeping to herself like she usually does, but here she is.
Reluctantly, the mare takes the instrument and tries to mimic what the man had done. However, when she blows air through it from her mouth, it's only hot air that comes out. It bursts into a flame and torches the entire piece. Some sound comes through, but nothing like the melody he had created. Clearly she doesn't have the same kind of touch and it only makes her more irritated.
She hits the now burning pipe against the table to put out the flame and sets it down. "I think this one's broken," she grumbles at him, scowling. Morrighan looks down again at the other items with instruments looking similar to this "pipe". There is also something that moves and makes a ticking sound with symbols all over it. "I'm guessing then that this isn't a bomb," she says, pointing to the clock (although she doesn't know its name). "What would anyone want with this stuff…" she adds under her breath and rolls her eyes. What a complete and utter waste of her time.
@Sterling sorry this is kind of bad e_e
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The man is still trying to explain what things are as he picks up what he calls a pipe. She vaguely knows what music is, but she never tried to make it herself. It always seemed like a type of magical ability. He quickly shows her how to use the pipe and a few notes chime through the air. He then hands it over for her to try, but he had done it so fast. For a moment, Morrighan is just staring at him blankly and regretting ever stepping over to this booth. She would've been better off keeping to herself like she usually does, but here she is.
Reluctantly, the mare takes the instrument and tries to mimic what the man had done. However, when she blows air through it from her mouth, it's only hot air that comes out. It bursts into a flame and torches the entire piece. Some sound comes through, but nothing like the melody he had created. Clearly she doesn't have the same kind of touch and it only makes her more irritated.
She hits the now burning pipe against the table to put out the flame and sets it down. "I think this one's broken," she grumbles at him, scowling. Morrighan looks down again at the other items with instruments looking similar to this "pipe". There is also something that moves and makes a ticking sound with symbols all over it. "I'm guessing then that this isn't a bomb," she says, pointing to the clock (although she doesn't know its name). "What would anyone want with this stuff…" she adds under her breath and rolls her eyes. What a complete and utter waste of her time.
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