Re: [Outside Secondhand Books & Cafe: Misha & Sadie]
Kentucky was where he'd been born. Up in a hollow in Eastern Kentucky, so far in the mountains that Eastern became Eeessern and he hadn't known the difference 'til the year prior. But Eastern and Western Kentucky, they could've been different worlds, and Misha hadn't been near either in a blink of a human eye that spanned a decade. Still, her strange accent did have something of home in it, and it made him smile some, even if it was near 'cross the state and something else to it that didn't fit just right. "It's true. You're real good with that bow and string."
He wasn't expecting her to offer to take requests, but Misha did like himself music real well, and he wasn't going to turn her down. Had he known just how long she'd been standing there, he might've told her it wasn't needed, but he didn't know, and he just thought on what he'd like to hear that she might know. In the end, he just motioned to her instrument. "Something bluegrass or folk, if you know anything like that, or churching music and the denomination don't matter any." He smiled real friendly, his too-blue eyes interested in what she might come up with.
"I wouldn't go asking for Christmas music in January. I'm inclined to stay living, and I know that ain't the way to do it. I love me some Christmas, but the time for that's done and over." Misha, he did love him some Christmas. The feelings that folks felt during the holiday season, they seeped into everything they did. There was good feeling all over, and even the lows that some folks felt during the season couldn't carpet that feeling. It made Misha feel warm and good, and he was having himself a hard time dealing with it being gone all of a sudden. He reckoned he should get used to this happening yearly, but knowing didn't make it easier any.
"You're new 'round here. I been here a spell, and I reckon I know all the musicians here'bouts." He turned 'nough so she could see his own fiddle tucked away and 'gainst his back, and then he turned on back to look at her. "Welcome to Repose. If you're keen, we can go in and get a coffee after, assuming you ain't worried 'bout losing yourself some business if we sit inside some."