"I feel a bit like Bluebeard's wife," she admits, following them down the hallway. Keeping her hands to herself. "Are there any places I ought not go?"
Coming to the end of the hall, they turn to the left, resting a hand on the doorknob. Understanding her concerns, they look to her - grinning their angular grin, but voice soft and soothing like a graveside prayer.
"Outside of the door in the garden to leave this realm - no. I trust you. You are welcome here. And you can touch things, just know that many of them are...very old."
"I promise to be on my best behaviour, then, and be very careful with anything I'm tempted to touch. Keeping in mind the age of things." She gives him a playful smile, reaching out to pinch his arm teasingly.
"At least I don't have to worry about breaking you. Even though you're very old."
At that, they actually laugh - a good natured sound, not as dark as what one might expect. "I'm older than anything here, and...no, you certainly will not break me."
And with that, they open the door.
The room beyond is a fair size, loaded top to bottom, wall to wall with...music. Music players, instruments, a whole shelf of music boxes, books of sheet music...every kind of thing one can think of.
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"Outside of the door in the garden to leave this realm - no. I trust you. You are welcome here. And you can touch things, just know that many of them are...very old."
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"At least I don't have to worry about breaking you. Even though you're very old."
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And with that, they open the door.
The room beyond is a fair size, loaded top to bottom, wall to wall with...music. Music players, instruments, a whole shelf of music boxes, books of sheet music...every kind of thing one can think of.
"Here. One of my favorite collections."