[ A man approaches, dressed in simple clothes reminiscent of the Nakagawa style; he looks about in his late twenties, with black hair and unnaturally light blue eyes. Her words receive only a nod in reply as he takes a place next to her, close enough to speak yet far enough to be respectful of her personal space.
A beat later, he retrieves an ocarina from within his sleeve, and begins to play. The notes are muted somewhat by the whisper of the wind, but they still ring true. ]
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A beat later, he retrieves an ocarina from within his sleeve, and begins to play. The notes are muted somewhat by the whisper of the wind, but they still ring true. ]