Re: Carnival: Sadie M & Damian W + Misha B + Open
"Oh no." Sadie replied quickly, one free hand lifting to wave away the idea that things needed to be altered on her account. "You don't have to do that. Just — no lighting me on fire, please and thank you most kindly." That really was the line. She was just fine being near fire. T'was just the idea of being on fire, not even a thing she had tucked away in the closet of her bad memories. It had just always been a thing that had given her pause and worry lines aplenty. She'd never tried to figure it out much, just assuming it was on account of good survival instincts, like being afraid of heights — which that she wasn't but that wasn't the point.
When the second bit came out, about her playin' for him? Well if she could have summoned a swarm of bluebirds to accent her happiness, she'd have done just that. "Oh yes. Please." It really sounded like one of the best ideas she'd ever heard and having someone she already felt a good harmony with when it came to music? Well, it just seemed like the best of all ideas that could've been. When it got paired with the addition of her own place to sleep however? Whatever awkwardness she'd felt at Misha's seemingly not so subtle nudge was gone in a rush. That...it just beat all was what.
"Thank you. Thank you so very much." For as bright and shiny as she felt on the inside just then, she managed to keep herself quiet and humble without bursting at the seams. She was quick to sign, taking pride in the penmanship her Grandma had insisted she learn. "And really, it was a pleasure to play for you. If e'er you'd like to hear some again, you just say the word and I'll come round no problems like — an I'll make sure to see Beau and Dietre for proper introductions before I go for the day."
She wouldn't dally too long once the flap was opened, at least not any more than it took to get the washers off her shoes and her violin carefully stowed away. She wouldn't rush the process, she never did. The instrument was the thing of greatest value to her in the whole wide world and it painted the way she handled it in clean colors. Once that was done, a proper wave would be given to Misha, a silent thanks for his hand in setting all this up and an equally quiet promise that next time the coffee would be her treat. Seemed the least she could do.
"You two have a lovely day now and thank you so very much again. I appreciate the opportunity and I promise this is the very last time I'll be late." She chimed all the more whimsical, practically walking — nae, prancing — her way out of that tent on a cloud.