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[govindhtech]

MAESTRO 300: A Flexible Gaming Headset With Comfort

MAESTRO 300

With a universal plug-and-play compatibility, the lightweight MAESTRO 300 gaming headset captures crisp voice with its unidirectional microphone and produces immersive audio with 40mm neodymium drivers. Any head may be comfortably fitted with its swiveling, tiltable ear cups, adjustable headband, and high-density memory foam earpads, which come in breathable mesh or protein leather. When it comes to advanced 3D sound and audio tuning, the Nahimic headset software provides an unmatched level of immersion.

SOUND DEPTH

Experience rich audio reproduction with 40mm neodymium high-resolution speakers that have been painstakingly tuned to produce lifelike playback. With their wider frequency response, these drivers offer a lifelike audio experience that captures even the smallest details in your preferred video game, films, or songs. They also have clear highs, accurate mids, and deep bass.

Creating a Robust Sound

Several sound modifications were done by MSI Audio Engineering while honing the MAESTRO 300. The original version (green line) had a lot of treble but not enough bass, so it was clean and sharp but lacked the power in the bottom end that you need for a better movie or gaming experience. The second version (blue line) increased bass at the expense of clarity, which made it more difficult to distinguish crucial sounds in games, such as footsteps. The final yellow SPL curve was obtained after much testing, balancing the bass and treble. With these astute acoustic adjustments, the MAESTRO 300 now produces a well-balanced sound that is perfect for gaming, music, and movies.

QUIET CHAT, EASILY DETACHED

With this premium, detachable cardioid microphone, you can wave goodbye to annoying background noises during talks. Its pick-up pattern concentrates on the wearer rather than everything around them. Because of the mic boom’s flexibility, any head shape may be easily accommodated. It works just as well for professional use as it does for strenuous gaming sessions, providing crystal-clear communication. Just take off the microphone to relax with some music or a movie.

LEATHER THRILL OR MESH CHILL

With replaceable high-density foam earpads, you can feel cool or snug. Select from breathable mesh for a light feel or opulent protein leather for more comfort. During lengthy gaming sessions, the breathable mesh earpads are made to optimize airflow, keeping your ears cool and comfy. The protein leather earpads, on the other hand, provide a more luxurious and soft feel along with a somewhat improved seal to keep out outside noises, making them ideal for concentrated use. Because of its adaptability, you can tailor your audio experience to the circumstances and your tastes.

IN DETAIL: LIGHTWEIGHT COMFORT

With its thick head padding, swiveling 90-degree tiltable earcups, and a sturdy size adjustment mechanism that fits snugly to your head shape and rotates easily for storage and travel all without sacrificing durability the incredibly light MAESTRO 300 (247g) places a premium on comfort. It’s perfect for extended gaming sessions.

Complete command

Use the media buttons to take command. Mute the microphone and easily adjust the volume.

Available on many platforms

The MAESTRO 300, designed for PC gaming, can easily connect to Mac, PlayStation 5, Nintendo Switch, and mobile devices. Due to its adaptability and ease of usage, it’s essential for gamers who want a smooth and immersive gaming experience across all platforms.

Computer

MAC

For PlayStation

Nintendo Switch

Transportable

NAHIMIC AS A HEADSET

Nahimic adds 3D surround sound to headset audio to improve gaming, music, and movie experiences. It has adjustable equalizer settings, noise reduction for clear audio communication, and enhanced situational awareness for competitive gameplay. It also preserves steady audio levels and enhances bass for improved comfort and hearing protection.

MAESTRO 300

MSI fine-tuned high-resolution 40mm Neodymium drivers to provide lifelike sounds for immersive listening.

Detachable Unidirectional (Cardioid) Microphone: An excellent microphone for crystal-clear audio recording.

Mesh Chill or Leather Thrill: Luxurious protein leather for seclusion or breathable mesh for breathability characterize these high-density foam earpads.

Sturdy, Lightweight Comfort – Weighing only 247g without the microphone, the headband can be adjusted to accommodate any head shape, and the earcups may be rotated.

Plug & Play on Many Platforms: Using a USB-C cable or USB-C to A converter, you can use this device with a PC, Mac, PS5/4, Switch, and mobile devices.

Well-known audio software that provides 3D sound and sophisticated tuning for immersive gaming is Nahimic for Headset.

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[nottheangel-raphael]

The comings and goings of various council members from Krovs Castle never went unnoticed by the current residing councilmen. So when Raphael learned of Nahim Ravani's return he could not have been more delighted. Very few councilmen earned the fickle ghoul's favor, rarely was it any of the young and fresh ones as proven by Belgium's latest seat-holder that he'd come to enjoy irritating. It wasn't his fault Roland made it so easy to rile up. And Malta's councilman had been the one to expose the traits well-maintained in the other vampire that Raphael immediately knew he'd made the right choice in backing Nahim's rise to power in his country. And thankfully his ally in aggravation had returned once more to bother Rochefort with him and the other few councilmen in this league.

The ghoul approached Nahim's suite with a bottle of expensive blood wine from Italy and waited until the younger answered his knock. He smiled warmly, always charming, at the pretty thing before him as he offered out his welcoming gift. "Welcome back, Mr. Ravani, I trust you're settling back into your suite nicely."

@nahim

[shadedempsey]

Shade wasn't all that up on the day to day gossip at the castle. In all honestly he never knew all that many details save for the big shit and usually well after the fact. Nahim was no different. Oh he'd had a good time with the councilman of Malta no doubt and had been looking forward to another round, but by the time he'd realized said councilman had peaced out guy was strolling back into his restaurant like he owned it. Course, he probably could. councilman usually came with a fat wallet. Not that Shade was up for sale that he knew, but things had a way of happening when his dick was involved before his brain could catch up.

He was in the kitchen because he was always in the kitchen, but he had enough staff to cover him and the dinner rush was winding down. Everyone in the place was well acquainted with how things worked and when Shade designated those of importance. Councilmen were top of the list. He turned over things to the sous chef and started a on one of the appetizers making a small dish. It was more about the presentation than anything else as he made the Moroccan meatballs with pomegranate glaze, plated it and took it to the councilman who sat alone at one of the set tables. He'd already been served a glass of wine that would go with the appetizer, compliments of the chef.

Shade set the plate in front of Nahim sure to drizzle the dark sweet sticky glaze over the steaming meat as he held the other's gaze. "House made." He said setting the spoon on the side of the plate grabbing one and popping the juicy morsel between his teeth with a wicked grin to the master. He hummed deeply around the bite letting his eyes flutter before helping himself to Nahim's glass of wine. "The perfect pairing."

@nahim

[enforceryuta]

Yuta knew that after arriving and settling down, he should go around the introduce himself to the Council but he felt no significant drive to get it done in a timely manner so he went for a walk around the castle, observed a few slaves in the Undercroft and went back to his own room to make himself something to eat. After pushing off introductions for a few hours, the Enforcer went about doing his job and made his way towards the councilman suites.

After meeting with the first few councilman on his list, the Lich was standing in front of the councilman of Malta’s door and he took a deep breath. Pausing for a moment to collect himself before knocking on the door and putting his arms behind his back as he waited patiently for the door to open.

@nahim

[raidenproulx]

Heat week was always something the tribrid enjoyed. It gave him an excuse to indulge in bad behavior. At his age he had more control over himself, if he wanted to. Well at least the dragon side of himself. The demon was a bit newer, but it was still a familiar feeling not all that different from his dragon side, just more of it. Course Raiden would play into any reason to act worse given the chance.

He was aware of the new arrivals in the castle, both slave and councilman. Keeping tabs on things that happened around him was second nature, a subconscious habit. Neither held much value other than base and currently that's all he had a need for. Tired of the worn out toys he was looking for something new to chew on and had been heading to the undercroft knowing he could break the new dog with less protest than Malta's councilman, but fortune smiled on him as the pint sized islander wander into his hunting ground.

"Ravani." He barked out to the other who came around a corner, back to him going the same way down a hall not seeing him yet. "Tryin to ignore me, Malta?" Accusation in the question as he stalked up to the smaller creature.

@nahim

[kellbishop]

Guilt wasn't something that Kell felt very often, but regret was definitely up there. Hard to not feel that kind of thing when you were a slave in Krovs. Kell settled back as Nahim let go of his wrist to hoist himself up onto the counter and the human shook his head. "I'm content enough, considering where I am. No point in letting myself be that miserable here, but, yeah, I have my days when I feel differently."

“i wouldn’t call you delusional,” nahim countered lightly, considering kell’s denial for a second. “but if you’re surprised by such an assessment, you may have some introspective work to tackle. your circumstances aren’t the best, are they? the guilt and regret you harbour likely feel as if they grow stronger by the day.” releasing his hold, nahim turned to hoist himself up onto the kitchen counter, absently swinging his legs against it as he studied the human. “or not. i could be completely wrong. perhaps you’re content with your life as it is. which is it?”

[paulistafmsp-blog]

Despedida do Cantor Nahim que fez grande sucesso nos anos 80

Com caixão no chão, ex-mulher e cachorros de Nahim se despedem do cantor Cerimônia de despedida do cantor, que morreu aos 71 anos, reuniu amigos, fãs e familiares na Assembleia Legislativa de São Paulo, na noite desta quinta-feira (13) Com caixão no chão, a ex-mulher Andréia Andrade e os quatro cachorros do cantor Nahim, encontrado morto em casa aos 71 anos, na quinta-feira (13), se des pediram…

[blogoslibertarios]

Cantor Nahim, sucesso dos anos 80, morre aos 71 anos

Reprodução   O cantor Nahim Jorge Elias Nunes, mais conhecido como Nahim, de 71 anos, foi encontrado morto dentro de sua casa, em Taboão da Serra, na Região Metropolitana de São Paulo, na manhã desta quinta-feira (13/6), de acordo com informações da Secretaria da Segurança Pública (SSP). A causa da morte ainda não foi esclarecida. Segundo as primeiras informações, ele se mudou para o local…

[giantkillerjack]

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

[plain-text version of this post can be found under the cut]

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.

Plain-text version:

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

P.S. Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.

[stigranselm]

The question might have seemed impertinent, something Nahim obviously realized if the way he blanched shortly after was any indication. Stigr didn't mind it, though, likely because he wasn't often asked such questions. After all, it had been a long time since he'd been just a human and some seemed to forget that he'd ever been anything other than a vampire. The older councilman didn't respond right away, his expression growing thoughtful as he tapped his fingers idly against the arm of the couch. "I wouldn't say I miss it, but perhaps that's because there's very little about my mortality that I can recall. There are things that stick out, of course -- my wife, my children -- but they're not as distinct as they once were." He shrugged, not bothered by the decay of those memories as much as he might have been just a few years back. "I recall images more than feelings when it comes to those years. And I certainly don't miss being a young vampire." Stigr replied with a quiet laugh. "Now those years are very clear in my head. I was rude, driven primarily by selfish reasons and a bloodlust that I haven't felt in some time. Though I know my sire was quite fond of those years." The bloodlust Stigr had as a human had been something that had very much drawn the man to him in those days, after all.

He hid his smile of amusement behind the glass, taking a slow sip as he considered Nahim. There was clearly some type of grudge still being held there and it wasn't something that would just fade away with his words, he imagined. "I think most of us have learned to hide our true natures by the time we reach a certain age. Letting our less desirable traits show, after all, wouldn't make us appear fitting to lead our countries." Stigr was just as much a monster as any of them, which was why he was sometimes amused to hear slaves say he was one of the better options. He merely hid parts of himself and only let the mask drop when it was necessary. "I imagine he's not nearly as...charming as he lets himself appear. You don't get to be that age and have this level of power without getting your hands dirty one way or another." Stigr took another sip of his wine and then lowered the glass, chuckling quietly. "I don't mind the conversation. I assure you, once you sit in on a meeting or two, you'll realize schoolyard antics are quite common among us. We just manage to make it look a touch more civil. Mostly." The older vampire raised his glass, smirking faintly. "I will attempt to take that as the compliment you meant it to be."

unexpectedly, nahim felt a swell of thanks towards the older councilman as reassurance was provided and for the first time since his arrival, nahim felt himself properly relax, at least by a slight amount. admitting to failure or shortcomings in any capacity always felt akin to pulling teeth as far as nahim was concerned but somehow, knowing that perfection had even evaded someone as meticulous and awe-inspiring as stigr in the early days made it all a little less… overwhelming to try and come to terms with. “do you miss it?” the question left nahim before he had the chance to really think it through and he blanched for a moment as his own poor planning, scrambling to sit up a little straighter as he corrected himself. “i mean– can you recall it? your early days? your mortality, even? or does it cease to remain in your memory past a certain point?” there were scraps of recollection that nahim could just manage to cling to – rhys’ assistance was ensuring that process became a little easier to manage – but with a being as old as stigr, nahim couldn’t help but be curious. it wasn’t as if marcellino had ever thought to offer any kind of insight into such a fact.

with the apologetic look following the decline in manners reassuringly waved away, nahim drained the remaining contents of his glass with a scowl, spinning the stem of the glass between his fingers as he forced his attention to settle on stigr and away from roland’s lack of decency. he didn’t need to claw at any more of the good man’s furniture, after all. “it’s the latter, i assume. you speak too highly of him, think too kindly of him. like each of us, he’s vile at his core. as you said, he’s merely learned to hide it better–” shifting to sit and face stigr even more head-on, nahim huffed his irritation and threaded a hand through his hair to push his curls back with a forlorn expression. “–but i know bringing schoolyard antics to the council table isn’t advisable, nor is it good form, so i apologise for wasting your time with it. i know you’ve probably got far more interesting matters to devote your time to than the petty squabbling of… well… fledglings, in comparison to yourself. i mean that in a complimentary sense, i promise.”

[nottheangel-raphael]

Raphael whistled as he strolled through the castle hallways, taking his time on his way to councilman Nahim Ravani's suite. Ever since that disaster of a meeting where they attempted to discuss Roland's misbehaviors and rule breaking and ask him to cease and desist, Nahim found himself in Raph's calendar at least once a week to monitor the situation and work together on it. Considering it appeared that Roland could not conduct himself in an appropriate manner befitting a councilman and the ghoul found the other's outbursts and dramatics quite juvenile, he dared not bring it up around the group unless he deemed it necessary. Some of the other councilmen seemed to agree with this.

He knocked and waited patiently for Nahim to answer, greeting him with one of his charming grins. "Mr. Ravani, it's been some time. How have you been?"

@nahim

[thiziri]

Queen Camilla poses with the Princess Royal, Professor Wendy Thomson CBE, (left to right back row) Abdul Fazal Bhanji OBE, Anthony Neoh, Dr Nahim Ahmed MBE, Sir Mark Lowcock, and Professor Sir Michael Arthur, after being presented with an honorary doctorate on the university's Foundation Day, on 20 November 2024.

[writers-potion]

When to Use "N" Sounds

when a request is denied

when a law or rule forbids the characters to do what they want

to signify contempt

"N" + "P" = emphasize unbending rule of bureaucracy

"N" + "H" = haughty character's snobbery

"N" sounds for 'NO!':

no, nothing, never, nix, non, banned, denial, negative, nope, nothing, nowhere, nobody sin, decline, deny, unacceptable, undesirable, ungodly, unreasonable, uncouch, nein, non, nay, ne, nee, net, niama, neniu, ningunha, nem, nae, nahim.

"N" sound words for a contemptuous attitude:

sneer, denigrate, down, contempt, neglect, nit-picking, snub, snobbery

Other thematically unrelated words:

banner, bantel, bannock, answer, night, band, stand, hand, land, mean, stone, want, nerd, need, nasty, naked, noon, grant, town, net, notch, nap

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[gwyndolence]

gwyn frowned at nahim's blunt rebuttal of his comment, an almost childish expression as if he was genuinely hurt by such disapproval even if it was impersonal. perhaps it was just that he'd already been unsettled by the strangeness of keeping things from roland; it certainly wasn't a welcome feeling for this kind of night out. gwyn couldn't think of a thing to say to retort, or if he even wanted to but the councilman's promise to take on the challenge of gwyn's sire was something of a balm, perking the sith up again with a hopeful little nod and smile, blatantly relieved. some might call it cowardice for gwyn to be happy to leave the bargaining to a third party, but he loathed the idea of roland being upset with him and besides, roland was already upset with nahim, so what would change if the conversation went wrong? yes, this was clearly the most logical solution.

gwyn was more readily poised to argue back then at nahim's next comment, folding his legs under him and shifting to lean the elder's way as if to reclaim the space nahim had put between them, an urgent look on gwyn's eye. "well, of course it's circumstance. all life's circumstance, don't you think? even canyons get carved out of the whims of rainfall," he nodded seriously, the movement made a bit looser by the warm tingle of his emptied glass beginning to settle in, "so we ought to do something about it ourselves. decide to make something of it, that is. it's too... it's cold otherwise." nahim's condemnation of the change was as surprising to hear as it was nearly sobering. gwyn stared at him as he spoke it, head slowly tilting, clearing considering each word. "roland loved aneirin when he did it..." the sith said after a long pause, considerate - he wouldn't think any of the details of his sire and his first fledgling's relationship weren't readily known, "they care for each other very much." but roland had condemned gwyn, when he'd turned him. gwyn had asked for it. gwyn hadn't really understood, either. he really didn't want to think about that just then.

"trust you?" gwyn blinked, tried to scrabble together all his scattered thoughts. he was frowning again a little, even as he was still leaning towards nahim, pillarlike in his immovability. he was talking about the drinks, of course. surely nahim knew his own limits. gwyn nodded, making his smile convincing again. "i trust you."

“no.” nahim’s reply was pointedly curt, his expression vaguely insulted. “both are falsehoods. asking for forgiveness shows that you’re unable to stand by your convictions regardless of their consequences. asking for permission shows an inability to take initiative and act accordingly. neither are traits one should feel proud to exhibit.” marcellino had never taught him much in the way of anything useful but one thing he had succeeded in teaching nahim was that with the right amount of cunning, charm, wit and occasional display of violence, there was very little one couldn’t achieve. mulling over the offer once more, nahim moved to wave away his momentary dampening of the mood with such a sombre tone. “your sire’s a challenging creation at the best of times. leave it with me. i’ll update you as and when the two of us reach an agreement.” it would be easier to get blood from a stone than find any kind of harmony with roland but no being was without its weaknesses. nahim would just have to be strategic about it.

listening carefully to the sith’s explanation, nahim’s expression shifted to something curious, cocking his head with a breath of laughter. “what an endearingly innocent view you have of such a form of creation. sharing a sire means little. it’s all a matter of time and circumstance. there’s very little deeper to it, no matter what others preach.” running a hand through his hair with a sigh he didn’t need, nahim paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. “it’s like those ridiculous tales you hear of sires turning their fledglings-to-be out of love. there’s no love in a creation like that. condemning one to immortality is a curse, no matter how delusional one becomes in attempting to justify such an atrocity to themselves.” cutting himself off before he launched into another sombre diatribe, nahim was content to focus on greener pastures for the sake of the remainder of the evening, instantly delighted to have the switch-up in playful energy instantly returned. “telling you would spoil the surprise, no?” gwyn’s mention of fair coaxed an amused sigh from the councilman as he sat back, once again maintaining a semi-respectable distance between them. “i would’ve thought that roland would have informed you that fair isn’t a concept any of us should tether ourselves to. very little in life is ever truly fair, gwyn. you should know that by now. you’ll just have to trust me, won’t you? do you think you can manage that?”

[gwyndolence]

for @aneirin-ap-mouric

Krovs had a full house now so far as Gwyn was concerned: Roland reunited with Rhys, Aneirin lurking, even the notorious Nahim back allegedly for another round -- if the way Roland talked about him indicated anything. Gwyn wasn't sure about the last, not having the chance yet to lay eyes on him, but of Aneirin he knew plenty. Or, Gwyn thought he did. He'd heard plenty of gossip from slaves and masters alike about Roland's first fledgling since his own arrival at Krovs, knew bits and pieces from his own curious investigations years before, and had been given a vague warning by their sire about the state of things between the two men. 'Complicated', Gwyn could scoff, just about all the drama he'd stuck his nose into that was described as 'complicated' just needed someone willing to dig their claws into it and figure out what was actually happening beneath the misunderstandings and wounded vanity. Gwyn would do it himself, if he must.

He had started small: little messages affixed to the councilman's door, trinkets from his collection that might appeal to the Welshman's taste left on his desk. Gwyn wanted Aneirin to like him after all, he knew enough to guess that simply showing up, as was the sith's wont, would not go over so well with this one. But none of Gwyn's gifts were working either and it had been nearly a week with not a peep from the other man, barely a glimpse of the elder around the castle. Was Aneirin avoiding him? Clearly, something more straightforward was necessary.

Choosing the early evening to enact his plan, Gwyn singled out Aneirin's balcony from a vantage below before he slipped into his crow's skin. The light in the windows was promising and he was sure he spied movement inside -- but perhaps it was only the distraction of the fluttering of other birds within. Gwyn spent several very diverting minutes riling up a budgie into a tizzy of chirps and hops within their cage with his own rattling call, beak beating out a staccato sound against the glass. His attention was so thoroughly commanded by this little diversion that he almost missed it when the actual object of his focus swam into view: monumentally tall from this perspective, distorted through the windowpane but immediately recognizable. Still perched on the balcony's rail, Gwyn let out a much louder caw of invitation, hopping back for the outward swing of the door. He had left no chance that Aneirin would give him that baffling cold shoulder this time. In the crow's beak glittered one last present: a emerald drop from a white-gold stud, a far older style than the modern. It had been so pretty on Sophia's ear all those decades ago as the couple walked through the halls of Roland's grief, Gwyn simply hadn't been able to resist. But he and Aneirin were long overdue for a true meeting and he could think of no better offering.

[lesser-known-composers]

Saudades da minha vida SERESTAS by Heitor Villa-Lobos (1887-1959)

Soprano: Cáudia Riccitelli & Pianist: Nahim Marun