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"Two will suffice perfectly, yes," Vidal replied, and took the journals gently from Ceilidh. He gave a small satisfied hum of approval as he felt the leather, knowing that he might refer to his notes some years in the future if all things played out well. No reason not to hope for such a long...

That too would be the way of things for Vidal. Not seeing the enjoyment of those who would appreciate the created art in their own home. But a live performance was a different creature indeed, one could be influenced by his expression, by his fae influence over the aspects of melody. He felt a...

Vidal absorbed the new name. Baenon. He applied an F sharp to the word so that it planted itself within his memory. His internal sounding board played a few contrasting notes in comparison to the previous names that he had received so far, first introduced when he saw the paintings. Vidal felt a...

Vidal's exterior remained almost entirely unphased from the words delivered, yet his internal mind was quick with eddies and falls of thought as to what Ceilidh meant by her language. The only physical sign that he was enduring some inner discussion with himself on the nature of what was being...

Vidal regarded each painting properly this time, placing names to faces that he did not know, and with each coupling, played a solitary note within his mind so that he might remember them through association. Traynor, C sharp 2, Aesmir, E 5. He did not know why he picked such notes, only that...

Vidal knew that he was to walk amongst those with far more time spent in the realms than himself, but hearing such tragedies occurring almost twice his lifetime ago, it was a humbling experience; to hear that they had shared seven thousand years together, that made him feel as if he were staring...

Had Vidal been a mortal, this might have been the moment to inflate expenses so that there would be a greater turn of profit for himself. But no such dishonesty dwelled within Vidal. He considered the list of expenses he had within his jacket pocket, an arduous task but one he had made so that...

Vidal's shoulders rose slightly and then relaxed, the only sign that he had received the response with any sign of joy. The man was controlled. Taut. Composed. He blinked but once, his pale blue eyes seeming to absorb everything around him without interruption. “Opportunities to perform to...

Vidal watched as Ceilidh paced around the room. The agitation of creation, Vidal thought to himself. Good, this one has some energy to them, they aren't some languid artist who creates because it soothes them, they are compelled to act from the impetus of creation. He recognised it completely...

Instead of trying to allay his prospective business partner's fears on who he was, he instead struck at the heart of the issue. His voice was measured, but it was clear this was where his passions lay, where is raison de etre truly shone. His voice was soft, respectful to the subject matter, yet...

Vidal moved without issuing sound, his movements were slow and deliberate, as if he were being respectful as to the sanctity of the place as he absorbed all he could of this mansion without appearing to be a tourist. The artistry and purpose of the place not lost upon him as he was ushered in...

Silence. Stillness. Reprieve for one fae's ears, ears that heard too much too often. Ears that heard the whispers of ambition, the off handed remark poorly placed, the jeer of disapproval, the weight of egos upon the carpet of leaves of shifting fae politics. Ears that were finely tuned to the...

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