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[At last. Peaceful, mostly sunny. No sign of the moon, or masks, or costumes.

...And Nephry is moving through the plaza at the pace and with the general stiff gait of an old woman.

Fitting, she thinks.

Near the fountain she sits on a bench, opening the journal on her lap. She's never been one to make announcements too personal, or to call unnecessary attention to herself. A chill breeze lifts a few pages of the book, though, and she smiles, writing.]

Winter is coming. [a pause, and then] It's still strange to me, sometimes. Even after living here for a couple of years...I still expect the cold and snow to be a more permanent visitor.

Do you enjoy the snow? Or do you prefer warmer climates?

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[It's unfinished, but yes. If Nephry can read sheet music to even a small degree, she'll notice there are certain new parts added to the familiar tune. There are also notes and marking added into the margins like crazy. Dist is pretty messy with his rough drafts.

For now though, he just huffs, ducking his head somewhat with a frown.]

Th-That's not true at all! I've never once gotten into any trouble whatsoever! [Lie, lie, lie, LIE.] Not when I was bored, at least...

I was only kidding, Saphir. [now stop that. Will a hand on your arm make you stop that?]

[ahhvd stop treating him like a child! Dist ceases his huffing, but he still looks a little sore, though he waves the subject off with a flick of his wrist. Just because it's your birthday, Nephry. JUST BECAUSE.]

F-Fine! But I've not gotten into any trouble for some time at all! ...Past events not withstanding... [He looks up to the sky, glad that it's not obscured by a glaring moon.] You fared well, I take it?

[There was no intention of treating him like a child. Really, it was just an attempt at being friendly. At that response, she pulls her hand away, pulling it back to rest across her stomach instead. Will he always think everyone is picking on him?]

Yes. I'm all right.

[Unfortunately, yes. Dist doesn't take teasing very well at all. Blame that brother of yours for that, Nephry. Thankfully, he wasn't so much upset as he was flustered this time. And her reassurance gets a very critical eye, but...Dist isn't as talented with reading people as jade, so he merely nods and smirks, slowly.]

Well enough to celebrate? I'll have to ask Anise to make a cake for you...though I doubt she'll do it if I ask. Perhaps one from the bakery will suffice. Your preference, Nephry? And I've still yet to get you a proper gift.

Anise has already offered. You needn't worry.

[The smile she turns on him is hesitant.] The music was more than enough of a gift.

[Ah, that's good. So he doesn't even need to bother with asking. Very good indeed; Dist would rather not have to ask Anise for any kind of favor. He'd be in her debt otherwise, and that is a scary thing.

Though Dist does quirk an eyebrow in Nephry's direction at her latter remark.]

There's nothing at all you would like? [A dress, a coat, boots, nothing?]

The pleasure of your company, please.

My--... [asjkvfd--what.] A-All right.

[So...here he is. What does he say? Fffffff social activities how do?]

[He doesn't need to say anything. But his problem with social skills is common knowledge in Auldrant, so]

And if you wouldn't mind, I would love to hear you play in person.

Ah, o-of course you may. [Even if he doesn't know what to play off the top of his head right now.] The restaurant is nearby here, shall we both be on our way, then? If you'd like, Nephry, we could share a meal together. Or perhaps just a drink.

Yes, I think I would like that. You'll have to forgive me, though - I'm still a little sore from the other day. I move slowly.

Ah...of course. [Dist frowns a little, concern marring his previously good mood. Did Nephry get injured? If so, she shouldn't be moving around too much. He stands, and offers her a hand to help get up.]

You may lean on me if need be. The walk is not far, thankfully.

[the hand is appreciated. Nephry takes it, standing carefully and holding onto his arm as though he is escorting her somewhere. Which he is.]

Thank you, Saphir. Let's go.

[Dist supports Nephry gently and carefully, keeping his footing good and letting her go at her own pace. He keeps her close as well, as they walk at a snail's pace, but he doesn't mind. It gives him the time to sort though his mental file of songs he could play. Or, at the least, play well.

When the two do arrive at Seventh Heaven at last, Dist takes Nephry to the well tended grand piano and lets her take a seat on the piano bench. It was certainly long enough to seat two people.]

What kind of song would you like to hear?

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