Sen'Thia sits down by the fire and rubs her feet, tired from fetching books and necklaces for payment.
She listens to the lute playing , almost totally ignoring the player of it.
Her face seemed lost in a happy daze during the best played moments and a slight grimace during any less enchanting delivery.
Pulling out her own lute, she sets it upon her lap and closing her eyes, her hand moves up the frets to the current key, and her right hand begins picking with a rolling of the fingers. Soon, she has the other player's mood and joins in... Ripping scales , pausing silence for effect, pinging harmonics and harmonies in counter melody.... Lost in the trance of music...