Solas is surprised into a laugh at that mental image: the Lighthouse symphonic.
Felassan is not only useful. The elf’s sense of humour, his incorrigible flippancy and puncturing of his friend’s self-importance, all of it keeps Solas sane. Keeps him in check, as much as one can.
“Instruments,” he says, musing, “are so inefficient.”
Music now is so different from the days when they were young, with a song in your soul, in the very air itself, wrought out of nothing but intention. Music now takes dexterity, fine-muscle control, movement of fingers and the pursing of lips. He wrinkles his nose in mock-distaste — what are instruments in comparison to all they’d known? what is a regular orchestra once you’ve wept to the keening song of dying Titans? — but in truth, it’s impressive too. What ingenuity in the craftsmanship, making music again out of breath and hollow wood and gut-strings and leathery skin stretched over a frame.
Perhaps this physical world isn’t entirely devoid of miracles.
“You’ll need to help lift the piano into the tower,” he adds, half-joking. “You have that to look forward to.”
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Felassan is not only useful. The elf’s sense of humour, his incorrigible flippancy and puncturing of his friend’s self-importance, all of it keeps Solas sane. Keeps him in check, as much as one can.
“Instruments,” he says, musing, “are so inefficient.”
Music now is so different from the days when they were young, with a song in your soul, in the very air itself, wrought out of nothing but intention. Music now takes dexterity, fine-muscle control, movement of fingers and the pursing of lips. He wrinkles his nose in mock-distaste — what are instruments in comparison to all they’d known? what is a regular orchestra once you’ve wept to the keening song of dying Titans? — but in truth, it’s impressive too. What ingenuity in the craftsmanship, making music again out of breath and hollow wood and gut-strings and leathery skin stretched over a frame.
Perhaps this physical world isn’t entirely devoid of miracles.
“You’ll need to help lift the piano into the tower,” he adds, half-joking. “You have that to look forward to.”