[Mithos continues to breathe out the notes, feeling not the presence of the boy, but of people who are not there - people who he had played for once upon a time - until he reaches the end of the tune. When the pipes drop from his mouths, his eyes flicker open to stare into his lap.
Then he is startled to realize he is not alone. His posture stiffens instantly as he flings his hardened gaze around the woods until finding a familiar face.]
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Then he is startled to realize he is not alone. His posture stiffens instantly as he flings his hardened gaze around the woods until finding a familiar face.]
Is there a reason for your being here?