He quirked an eyebrow at some of the terms Ian mentioned like 'downloaded' and 'streaming', but opted not to ask. Instead, he simply listened to the song as it played. The means of playing it was interesting in and of itself; to think that such clear and complex music could com from such a small device!
Yet that was secondary to the content of the song. And if once again a number of the terms weren't precisely familiar, the general message was quite clear, and meaningful to him as well. There were no tears for him, but his expression was somber by the time the last notes faded. "A powerful piece," he said after a moment. "I suspect that my father would have agreed. Though he often scolded me for speaking rashly, he did not fear to speak the truth through his own pieces, striving, he said, to model himself after Saint Llafymae."
Realizing that Ian would have no idea who that was, he briefly explained. "Saint Llafymae was a legendary bard who was raised up as a saint of Nymeia for her wisdom. While most other bards sang tales of great deeds and bold heroes, she sang of her subjects' true selves, of the fear and uncertainty they faced and crippling wounds they endured for the sake of honor. Of the struggles and pain that became buried by the grandeur of their deeds. Though her songs didn't stir the blood the same way a valorous ballad might, those sobered by the truths they contained found firmer footing on their paths, as adventurers or otherwise."
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Yet that was secondary to the content of the song. And if once again a number of the terms weren't precisely familiar, the general message was quite clear, and meaningful to him as well. There were no tears for him, but his expression was somber by the time the last notes faded. "A powerful piece," he said after a moment. "I suspect that my father would have agreed. Though he often scolded me for speaking rashly, he did not fear to speak the truth through his own pieces, striving, he said, to model himself after Saint Llafymae."
Realizing that Ian would have no idea who that was, he briefly explained. "Saint Llafymae was a legendary bard who was raised up as a saint of Nymeia for her wisdom. While most other bards sang tales of great deeds and bold heroes, she sang of her subjects' true selves, of the fear and uncertainty they faced and crippling wounds they endured for the sake of honor. Of the struggles and pain that became buried by the grandeur of their deeds. Though her songs didn't stir the blood the same way a valorous ballad might, those sobered by the truths they contained found firmer footing on their paths, as adventurers or otherwise."