Gyre is not out for a walk actually. Awhile after the party has started to die down, he found a good tree to lean against a little ways off the beaten path and he's started playing music! On a metal fiddle! He forgot his own fiddle at his camp, and after he argued for a long time with Fen about getting a bow as well, he's settled for plucking at the metal strings instead. The sound of it is a little strange, the notes sharper then they'd ever be on the real thing, but he's making do.
He's playing a weird mix of folk tunes and lullabies and his own noodling, steadily iterating on the notes as he searches for half-remembered songs or tries to come up with something unique to him. Most of these songs don't have words. Even when they do, they're never in Common or Amarosian, though for the linguists in the room, wild elf language has pulled a ton of loan words out of Amarosian. You might be able to pick up a vague idea of what the songs are about. Maybe.
He mostly settles for speaking his lyrics when he has to, but every now and then, the song catches him up and he tries to actually sing. It'll be clear in those moments that while he knows the technique of singing well enough, his voice is too weak to actually hit the notes he wants. He tries though, with this unfettered comfort. He definitely does this kind of thing a lot, and he can hardly bother being ashamed that his voice and his play aren't perfect. The music is the important thing, and if other people hear him and come over to join him then all the better, in his opinion.
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He's playing a weird mix of folk tunes and lullabies and his own noodling, steadily iterating on the notes as he searches for half-remembered songs or tries to come up with something unique to him. Most of these songs don't have words. Even when they do, they're never in Common or Amarosian, though for the linguists in the room, wild elf language has pulled a ton of loan words out of Amarosian. You might be able to pick up a vague idea of what the songs are about. Maybe.
He mostly settles for speaking his lyrics when he has to, but every now and then, the song catches him up and he tries to actually sing. It'll be clear in those moments that while he knows the technique of singing well enough, his voice is too weak to actually hit the notes he wants. He tries though, with this unfettered comfort. He definitely does this kind of thing a lot, and he can hardly bother being ashamed that his voice and his play aren't perfect. The music is the important thing, and if other people hear him and come over to join him then all the better, in his opinion.