Offering his blade of grass to the inquisitive lady, he picks another blade of grass. He is careful to show the process as he proceeds to make another whistle. "'Tis a remnant left of my childhood." He dwells back upon his lost innocence as he places the blade back to his lips, offering his companion another show of his gentleness.
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Date: 2010-01-30 10:24 pm (UTC)