02-21-2024, 12:40 AM
Ezvin laughed the moment Jaxen’s name was mentioned. He hadn’t heard the story, but he believed it. He considered commenting about who wouldn’t be tempted to kiss Aiden for the spectacle of it, but he held his tongue. Sage didn’t seem amused by the tale, though he wasn’t outright bitter either. He did catch that Sage and Aiden were a couple, so he took the hint and laid off the flirting.
He knelt down to greet Morgan better eye to eye, which was when she showed off her wallet-list. “Good to meet you, Morgan. I’m Ezvin.” He offered to shake her hand as though she was any other adult, but it was done in a charming and welcoming way. McKenzie was a bit more stand-offish, but Ezvin waved at her anyway. He didn’t want her to feel excluded.
“Let’s see what you have here…” he said as he scrolled. There were plenty of popular groups, though the genres were quite a mixed bag. “Ah. This is a great song. How about it?” He pointed one out, waited for her approval, then found a place to sit.
The guitar he pulled out was a Martin D-28 in sunburst amber. It didn’t appear to be anything special to the untrained eye, though it was meticulously loved by its owner, but for the professional, it would sing. Ezvin quickly confirmed it was in tune, which only took a few moments, and began to strum it.
His voice was nice, gentle and comforting, but it was nothing compared to Maksim. His oldest brother was blessed with a gift that Ezvin still tried to convince him to share with the world, though his brother resisted for unexplained reasons. Still, Ezvin was clearly the better musician than singer. His fingers nimbly flew across the strings, and he smiled between words to those who slowly began to gather and listen.
He knelt down to greet Morgan better eye to eye, which was when she showed off her wallet-list. “Good to meet you, Morgan. I’m Ezvin.” He offered to shake her hand as though she was any other adult, but it was done in a charming and welcoming way. McKenzie was a bit more stand-offish, but Ezvin waved at her anyway. He didn’t want her to feel excluded.
“Let’s see what you have here…” he said as he scrolled. There were plenty of popular groups, though the genres were quite a mixed bag. “Ah. This is a great song. How about it?” He pointed one out, waited for her approval, then found a place to sit.
The guitar he pulled out was a Martin D-28 in sunburst amber. It didn’t appear to be anything special to the untrained eye, though it was meticulously loved by its owner, but for the professional, it would sing. Ezvin quickly confirmed it was in tune, which only took a few moments, and began to strum it.
His voice was nice, gentle and comforting, but it was nothing compared to Maksim. His oldest brother was blessed with a gift that Ezvin still tried to convince him to share with the world, though his brother resisted for unexplained reasons. Still, Ezvin was clearly the better musician than singer. His fingers nimbly flew across the strings, and he smiled between words to those who slowly began to gather and listen.