#sona vc: u mad cuz u don't have a heart tho :^)

[virtuosin]

"Why do you perform?" Jhin leans against the vanity of her dressing room, masked in his showman's attire. The gun twirls in his hand, as casually as a paintbrush. "For the love of a show? For a virtuous world? I've listened to your performance, and I'm afraid I'm not impressed."

Ah, a critic with a gun. There is alarm in her heart, as any prey caught in the predator’s trap would have, but the maven remains calm as he monologues. Better to keep poise and not have the situation escalate. Under most circumstances, Sona would have dispatched the threat with her beloved etwahl--as she has many times with Mageseekers--but something gave her pause. For what reason might this man be possessed into conversation while proudly flaunting a weapon? There was a message she needed to interpret here, but given how little information she had on the masked figure, it would take time to draw those conclusions. “Why does any artist create?” A question posed back to the man who so informally uses her private area as his domain. Boldly, she would pace in the center of the room, as if she were exchanging pleasantries with a relative. There was fear in her heart, but she vowed to control it. Only then might it save her life, if the time comes to it. “We create in order to spark change...to elevate the minds of those around us so that they may experience what they ordinarily cannot.” Hands would delicately gesture to and fro, languid as trembling branches in a delicate breeze. Cerulean gaze remains pointed on that ivory visage, creating a connection between them. Would the telepathy deter him? She found it tedious to conceal her magic at this point, given the situation at hand. Signing for the sake of deceit hardly suited her needs right now. The etwahl had been nestled not far from the ominous stranger, resting idly on its stand. Though, idly had been the wrong word--it was being restrained by the maven’s force of will. The moment required delicacy, and if her beloved instrument was at liberty to do as it wished then a fight would surely erupt. For the sake of...whatever civility was taking place, Sona would ensure her etwahl remained silent still. For now. “Tell me,” She calls out suddenly, coming to an abrupt halt in the center of the room, hands lacing together before her. The mark of a noble with such graceful mannerisms as those. Inclining her chin, she continues regarding the man. “You say you are not impressed...what was your take on my performance, exactly? Surely it’s not a tedious task for you to recount your displeasure if you’re here. Was it too mundane, or perhaps redundant in its repetitious melody? Or-” A pause, one that allows those cerulean orbs to focus in on that ivory. “I wonder if it’s too compelling in emotion for you to grasp quite yet. My orchestrations have that effect on certain individuals. I capitalize on matters of the heart in my compositions...it’s possible that you are not the target audience.”