"What other song would you like to listen to?" East asked Sigrid.
Roland snapped a twig with his hands. In his mind, they might as well have been East's fingers. He had been trying to have a conversation with his wife for hours but Mr. Musician had been playing his tunes non stop. He paused for lunch and the resumed immediately after.
When Sigrid was walking off the meal, he played a flute and all the women sighed.
"There is a fair this evening, would you like to be my escort?" Roland cut in quickly with a question. "A date, it is a date." he added.
Sigrid's eyes lit up. She had never been to a fair in this world. She could only picture the ones she had seen in movies. Experiencing it was better than imagining. "I would love to go."
Roland was pleased with her answer. Pleased enough to let East play a slow ballad, accompanied by the wonderful singing of Rudbeck about two star crossed lovers.
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