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⌛ Who: Daeron and Maglor
⌛ What: A thing about Kizuna
⌛ When: Early February
⌛ Where: Hot springs.
⌛ Warnings: Derpyness...?

Not all that much time has really passed since he'd arrived. He remembers, when he puts his mind to it, what he'd been told about the magic of this place. He knows it's different from what he's ever experienced or even heard of.

He knows some of the impressions he's gotten off of those few he's spoken with so far. Not all that much, really.

And still, the impulse to slip into water is strange enough to nudge at his mind to pay attention. But the minstrel still sinks into the heated pool he comes across. It feels right. Natural. But also not. He just can't pinpoint why.

Those who see him might notice a flash of scales as silver eyes slip closed in subconscious enjoyment of the spring itself, and the peaceful hush around it. And he knows he's not alone. But the one he senses is familiar, and there's something of a truce between them.

Music, if nothing else, binds them. He won't bar this Feanorion, at least, from enjoying a dip in this heated pool. He even hums a shy, quiet little welcome.

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Maglor has been ... ~~moulting~~ itchy, after the prolonged cuddle session with Maedhros. Not entirely unxpected, but very annoying all the same. He's very determindely ignoring the sensation of what are absolutely not feathers in his hair.

He's drawn by the welcoming hum, and besides all that water is water, even if these aren't Ulmo's seas.

He sings back a note, a shy hello.

Annoying, oh yes. The itch at his neck is distracting, made a little easier to bear now that he's chin-deep in the water with his hair splayed out around him.

Many things have been passing by him unnoticed. But those are feathers in the other musician's hair and it leaves him blinking at Maglor. Then he tilts his head, and a wordless question enters the next lilting note even as he makes sure the water is smooth and calm beyond the occasional bubble to show just how enticingly warm it is.

Maglor pouts at him - how's he supposed to igore it if the other draws attention to it? - and the feathers ruffle, sulkily.

The water does look nice though, and he drifts closer.

"Kizuna." He sighs in answer, and turns the curious note back, spying a silvery glimmer.

The pout actually earns a flash of a smirk before Daeron dips down a little deeper into the water. It's soothing to him, too and the longer he's in the pool...the less he's interested in leaving it.

Kizuna. His head tilts again as he considers that, then shrugs just a little at the curious note.

"What do you see?" He wonders at it. He doesn't look at himself all that much these days.

"Scales?" Maglor murmurs wonderingly, drifting closer, head cocking to the side curiously.

He's never seen the other shift before, although considering his sister and his niece, he'd be terribly surprised if he COULDN'T. But in this world shifts are not usually of someone's decision.

"I did not think you had been here long enough for a shift, but then..."

That startles him into lifting a hand over what's been itching and his eyes go a little distant as he mulls that over.

Not all that long and yet...his own nature is fluid enough that he has trouble with holding his form sometimes. "Usually a bird," he admits quietly after a long moment.

He shakes that off and eyes the feathers in Maglor's hair again. "Stay away from shiny things," he murmurs, not quite teasingly. But there's a suspiciously amused note in the ever-present sense of the Music around him.

Maglor makes an understanding sound.

"Not that surprising." He agrees. "But this is new, then. Kizuna, I suppose."

He huffs, tossing his head, and the feathers bridle, sulky.

"I should stay away from you then~" But the tease is pert and his eyes are fond.

Another little smirk. For once...he feels an urge to tell the other no.

"That would limit your exposure," he says instead. And flicks some water at Maglor. Not playing. Nope. What is this playing thing?

But that huff is so hard to resist.

Maglor squawks indignantly and then grins at him and leans forwards to splash him back.

"Aren't I trying not to turn into a bird?"

Eru but that squawk makes him smug! Even more so when Maglor retaliates with water than violence! Gentle indignation rather than any sharp edges.

Daeron lets himself enjoy it as he hums, giving some voice to a strange melody that itches to escape.

"If you did, you could fly away," he notes innocently. And splashes the other again.

Maglor shivers a little, attention grabbed and yanked on but that melody, before shrugging it off with a smile and splashing back, wandering ever closer to the water's edge.

"I thought you wanted me to stay for more exposure?" He teases back.

The shiver is what tugs him out of the trance-like song and he shakes himself too. Maglor comes ever closer, and Daeron does nothing to chase him away. Perhaps he should.

A lazy blink and the water...seems to splash at Maglor on its own as Daeron moves lithely through the center of the pool.

"You'll become more magpie, I think, if you stay." A rather playful warning, to go with the 'suggestion' of staying away from anything shiny.

And Daeron does shine so very bright. Silver and pretty, with the light glinting off his scales.

"Daeron!" Maglor squawks again. "Using Song is cheating!"

He tips his head again. "Mm, and would you like that, shiny one?"

He really is very very shiny. Maglor can't quite help drifting ever closer.

A laugh answers that squawk and the water shimmers with his rare mirth. "We are what we are," he chirps brightly.

Daeron ignores a new itch, this one along his spine as he settles in a new spot in the pool. He doesn't try to chase Maglor away, or complain about how much closer the other bard comes.

"I like birds," he allows, head tilting as if he needs to think about it.

"Hm, and what are we, O Shiny One?" Maglor chirps back, teasing.

"Will you teach me to fly, then?" He settles on the edge, feet in the pool and tries not to scratch. "Or to sing?"

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