"Ni hao, Cassie," Zhuge smiles, calm as he continues to hold the string in the air, waiting for it to dry, but save for that small fraction of his attention, the rest is suddenly fixated on her. While not as strong or constant, still, she shines like the sun. It's impossible to miss that. With his free hand, he waves at the empty space in front of him, inviting her to sit if she wishes— he's always liked this particular spot, the smells of fresh bread wafting over. (If it entices her to eat, too, then all the better.)
"I am trying to make string for music instrument," he adds calmly, blowing on the string before pinching the end. Not quite dry enough, he still picks at both ends of the string and holds it out over the body of the guzheng to demonstrate to Cassie. "I need to make many strings. But... I do not have the best silk to make string."
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Date: 2011-12-01 11:32 pm (UTC)"I am trying to make string for music instrument," he adds calmly, blowing on the string before pinching the end. Not quite dry enough, he still picks at both ends of the string and holds it out over the body of the guzheng to demonstrate to Cassie. "I need to make many strings. But... I do not have the best silk to make string."