#♩ the soul selects her own society ~ main verse

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The woman dipped her head slightly, a small sign of embarrassment. Many people found Lestara hard to understand, as her kind nature showed itself in strange ways. When the matron found a way she could help there was nothing anyone could to do stop her.

“It is quite alright,” Sona wrote. “She will find me when she is finished.” She nodded at the other’s words, letting out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “Thank you, that is very kind. I hope you enjoyed the performance.”

She did not quite know what to say to the man, but he seemed nice enough, and she had much practice conversing with Demacians after her concerts, at least.

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The woman nodded her head in understanding at the man’s apology. Sona would not lie, it was irksome that so many people could not understand her sign language, but she never held it against them as long as they were respectful about the matter.

She pursed her lips together and rocked slightly on her heels, feeling quite awkward. Sona visibly relaxed as he held out the writing tools. The maven hesitated, gently setting her instrument on one of the seats nearby before taking the other’s offering.

“Thank you. I was looking for my mother but it seems she had some business to take care of,” she quickly wrote. Sona did not mind waiting for Lestara, the matron always had good reason for her actions.

Oh. Jayce wasn’t even the one affected, but that stung. What sort of mother would run out on her child’s performances? Sona had gotten the wrong box, clearly, but… he hadn’t even noticed anyone else leave a nearby box.

Then again, he’d mostly been paying attention to the music.

“Ah… jeez, sorry to hear that. I’m sure it was something important,” that was a platitude, Jayce. “If you want to wait here, I wouldn’t mind. I know Piltover’s… pretty busy. And new.”

Not that Demacia was a backwards nation. Well, not in that way. (The anti-magic sentiment was authoritarian at best.) But Piltover was probably busier and louder than the capitals of Demacia and Noxus, and he wouldn’t blame anyone for being overwhelmed when they visited. Hextech hadn’t really made its way out into the world at large just yet, and its magical power sources and properties meant that Demacia would steer clear of it.

It must be a barrage of new experiences to come here.

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@curiosityspcrkedd | continued from here

Sona’s blue eyes were filled with anxiety. This man seemed nice enough but how did he know about her etwahl? Who had told him? She could not be found out by the mageseekers. Still, she continued to play, letting the soft melody soothe her soul instead of her audience’s for once.

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The poro repeats the process of poking the strings and then running away! However, after about a dozen more times of this, the poro stops running, now at least convinced that the instrument will not attack it! Or at least, not attempt to. Of course, then the poro notices Sona! So it goes to snuggle her! Obviously, is curious about this instrument, but snuggles are important! Snuggles always need to be done as greetings!

@snugglyporos

Sona swallows nervously as it approaches her. She knows now it will not damage her etwahl, but it would not eat her dress, would it? The maven leans down and shyly offers her hand. It was quite cute and she had to admit, she had enjoyed its musical venture.

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Shyvana sits there, listening. When Sona finishes the piece, she makes some gestures towards her and says, " One more? Please? "

@ragebred

Nervous eyes flicked up the horned woman. Sona was not afraid of her as one might assume, rather, she was afraid of being associated with magic in any way, shape or form. However, she was never one to turn away those who found solace in her music. The woman looked back down at her instrument, making sure it was secured in its stand before beginning another song.

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The maven was surprised when the other began to sign. She had not expected her to say ‘yes,’ let alone sign back to her.

Sona’s eyes flicked to the shine of metal on their fingertips, her eyebrows raising ever so slightly. She would not pry into the other’s business, but none the less, it interested her.

“I would like you to communicate however suits you best,” she signed with a smile. Dusting off the long skirt of her dress, she rose to her feet slowly. “I am delighted to have returned to Ionia and very happy to have a guide such as yourself.”

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Sona’s heart seemed to drop into the pit of her stomach at the other’s mention of magic. The woman had been in Demacia for so long she had forgotten what it was like for magic to be accepted.

“Thank you. Your insight is very appreciated. It is lovely to meet you,” she quickly wrote on her notepad. “Do you understand sign language?” Sona finished and passed the note to Ly. Her delicate hands returned the quill to her cloak pocket as she bowed her head in return.

The effect her words had on Lady Buvelle did not go unnoticed, but certainly without any comment. Her task was to watch, never to give her opinion on what she experienced. And having just met she didn’t want her guest to feel violated in her privacy with an invasive response. Magic could be a touchy subject to many people - even here in Ionia.

Pale, rangy fingers reached for the note. She quickly read what she had written and gave her a friendly smile. After carefully tucking away the note her hands were uncovered from her long sleeves, revealing the metal clasps on her fingertips, as she began to sign.

“I do. If this gives you more comfort we can continue communication through sign language only. Or would you rather have me speak to you, mistress?”

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@vetrarhjarta | continued from here

Sona turned her curious eyes to the large man before returning it to the creatures, the Elnuk, as her delicate hands wrapped her cloak tighter around her. How could an animal want to be somewhere colder than here? “E-L-N-U-K,” the woman signed. “They are majestic.” She nodded her head at the other’s question.

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@thegoldentigress | continued from here

Sona could barely take her eyes off the other. They reminded her of the illustrations of Vastaya she would look at as a child. It had been since her residence in Ionia since she had seen one, real or drawn.

It startled her slightly as they applauded her idle strums. She turned to face them and dipped her head in appreciation, quietly playing a few more notes.

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' oh, aren't you just divine? '

@spelbinded

“Thank you very much, allow me to return the compliment,” Sona signed with a small curtsy. “Do you understand?” The woman before her seemed someone Lestara would advise the musician to impress.

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Sona smiled at the words she heard. She had not wanted to upset the other, it had simply been so long since she had encountered anything even remotely magical other than herself. The musician nodded politely before reaching for the book and charcoal once more.

“I may need your assistance to read it,” she stopped abruptly. She had made the other uncomfortable with her curiosity and had not even told them her name. “I am sorry, I realized I never introduced myself. My name is Sona.”

SONA.

Sona quickly shook her head, blue locks swaying around her face. This woman was simply somewhat… mystical. She gestured towards the other’s flute before smiling as if to say she was enjoying herself. The woman strummed her etwahl once more, a short, smooth procession of notes that would hopefully ease this woman’s concerns.

Being stared at was something she was used to, though few were the times where such thing was actually due to good intentions. The maven was polite enough, which led her to believe it was mostly due to her appearance. Still, thoughts did creep in her mind, but the calm succession of notes did indeed ease her quite a bit.

❝ Hm… Yes, I suppose this is quite pleasant… ❞ she responded. The Lunari couldn’t quite remember ever doing this with someone, especially one she had never met.  ❝ I have a sheet music from my people, if you want to see it. ❞

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Is poro! Is snuggly! Is sniffing at her string thing! It pokes one of the strings with a paw! It makes a sound! The poro runs away, thinking it's angry! But the thing doesn't move or make more noise! So the poro comes back, and pokes a string again! It makes a different noise! It runs away again! This process seems to be repeating.

@snugglyporos

The maven’s eyes widen in alarm as she sees the small creature approach her instrument. Sona rises from her seat to gently shoo it away, but before she can, it seems to scare itself with the string and run away. Then it returns, plucking once more. It was simply playing it? As it continues its new routine, the tiniest of smiles creeps onto Sona’s face.

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❛ do you ever consider collaborations with other demacian composers? have you ever used other instruments? did you like any of them? ❜

@finalsparke

“I do not particularly wish to collaborate with other composers. I have dabbled with other instruments and though I enjoy listening to them, I do not find that same joy in playing them.”

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"Forgive me for interrupting you..." She stood in the doorway, her hands fidgeting underneath her long sleeves. If she was embarrassed that she was caught staring, she didn't show it. "That song you were playing... I couldn't help but stop and listen. It reminded me of home."

@lccmchild

A soft sigh left Sona’s lips as she heard the other’s voice. What was it now? Her eyes softened as kind words, not demands, reached her ears. “Thank you very much. Do you understand me? Where are you from?”

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“Yes, a lovely idea,” Sona signed. She was not sure what a knight such as Quinn would enjoy, she really only conjured up images of battle and training when it came to the subject of the Demacian military, but obviously these people’s whole lives did not completely revolve around such things.

The woman titled her head to side. “Perhaps we could travel back to the estate? There should be plenty of tea in the kitchen. Or possibly one of the shops? Whatever you and your bird would enjoy.” She gave a nervous smile.

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Valor was… ah, yes, the bird. Sona liked birds well enough, especially the ones that sang, but she was not too sure about the concept of having one as a combat partner.

The woman smiled at the ranger’s offer. “No pressing matters currently, but if you are free I would enjoy your company.”

A small nod at first, offered with a smile. “I have some free time,” Quinn said, twiddling her thumbs behind her back. She wasn’t too good at social situations.

“So… Tea then?” She asked, still smiling.

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@bladesferocity | continued from here

“I...” Sona hesitates in her signing, eyeing the monstrous weapon on the man’s back. It radiates a magical energy that even a mage as inexperienced in other magicks as her could recognize. “I apologize. I do not know what I expected. Things work a certain way in Demacia,” the maven signs, taking a step away. Her grip on the etwahl tightens. “For very certain reasons. You do not share those philosophies, I assume?”

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"I assume you're still rejecting the potential you could reach if you broadened your perspective, Maven? I doubt our world needs another composer on your bar. Why not raise yourself up a bit and consider some extra creativity for your compositions? I think a little creativity would do everybody well, it's a shame so few seem to agree."

@artistic-lament

Sona pursed her lips together at the man’s words. Who was he to critique her work in this manner? The woman straightened her posture and signed “I certainly agree. What would you suggest, Sir... I apologize, I do not know your name.”

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Aphelios crouched down to pick up a particularly interesting clastic rock he saw, only to see a woman in front of him when he stood back up. Unsure of what to say, he held it up to show her his find. Maybe she would be able to appreciate its unique composition as well.

@mutemarksman

Curious blue eyes peered at the interesting-looking man in front of her. Sona tilted her head to the side slightly as he held up something in his hand. It was a beautiful stone. The woman stepped closer ever so slightly for a better look before giving a smile.