Vedette held the goblet in both of her hands and drank from it like one would from a bowl. Carefully, she knew all too well how drink made her and her kind feel. Especially good mulled wine. She once had found her father having a pleasant conversation with an old tree and a stone about the comings and goings of humans in the wood and how soon they would be overcrowded with the way men were like rabbits. She had laughed until she cried, and never forgot the scolding her mother had delivered soon after. The effects of wine, while amusing, were just as often humiliating. But something about Koe kept her drinking, not nearly as much as he was. But then he kept her spirits soaring just as much as the wine did.
So really all she needed was one.
She nearly rolled her eyes, but instead she set the goblet down and stretched out until her fingers found her bow and she pulled it over into her lap. With a serious look to Koe she set the end of it on her knee and held the middle of it firmly. Then with one hand she carefully ran her finger down the taunt string and plucked it at the bottom, then the middle, then the top. She bowed her head.
"Can't you hear the music, Koe?" A finely crafted bow could sing as it propelled arrows into targets, whether for practice or to survive. That was what she knew, and maybe it was a song only she could hear. But it was one she was taught and one she'd perfected in her long years. In her multiple lives... this was the only real constant. The bows she made always sang. The strings each had a different song. The arrows flew to a different beat. She smiled toward him as she set the bow back.
"You don't need to know how to play when you're as pretty as I am." She grinned then and took up the goblet again, this time she closed her eyes to drink, a bit embarrassed at saying it so boldly. But then. She wasn't exactly wrong either. There was never a shortage of men who seemed willing to buy her a drink or dinner, or an arrow or bow. No, there was never a shortage, but there weren't many she entertained either.
Vedette let her tongue linger for a moment over her lip to take the last of the wine from it before she opened her eyes to look at him again. Koe Tiraq was no dragon like she'd ever known. A delight in so many ways, and she did not tire of his songs no matter the hour it was. They should have been sleeping but she wanted no sleep when there seemed to be a million songs left for him to sing. She pushed one sheet of music aside, to find another and turned it towards her. "You seem to want to know something, Koe. Ask me anything and I'll tell you." She looked up from the music.
If she could capture anything in song, written word, or with art she would have liked to capture them now. Sitting around sheets of songs barely finished, with wine in their bellies and smiles on their faces.