miles baines: riff-raff! street rat! (mimicks) wrote in emillion,
Ari/Miles/Audrey/Open -- After dark
After a short pause to listen to Ari's first trilling notes and identify which song she was singing, Miles instinctively reached for his flute (not, not that one) inside his jacket, fingers automatically finding their worn places on the instruments. He'd just started tinkering with a few of the notes, warming up the old bard's muscles, ready to leap in on the next refrain – until a scarf suddenly found its way around his neck, with a hyperactive young ninja latched onto the other end.
The flute clattered out of his hands, landing on a nearby picnic blanket, and he soon let himself be tugged to his feet. It was either that or be strangled to death on this beach, and that would be an extremely inconvenient way to end his return to Emillion.
"This fits more for bawdy sailors, you know, and we're not on a ship deck," Miles remarked, even as he settled gracefully into the paces – some things didn't go to rust, even when balancing on shifting sand – and spun Audrey with an elegant tip of the hand.