While Felix -- somehow, perhaps through the grace of the goddess or divine intervention of any sort -- is able to procure a violin from a vendor out in town without alerting anyone of his rather expensive purchase, it's finding the time to practice in secret that's the problem. Apparently, the one week where he doesn't want to hole himself up in the training area is the one where the likes of Caspar and others are aching for some last-minute sparring practice before a monthly tournament being held the following week.
So, essentially, Felix is forgoing sword practice with a specific goal in mind...in favor of violin practice for just one song for one person. There's irony to be found somewhere in there, for sure.
The Goddess Tower, or what remains of it, isn't as secluded as he'd been led to believe. More than once he's found some couples (or more...) canoodling there. Rather than berate them and kick them out, and then have to explain why he's there, he left them be and tried his luck elsewhere.
The library, the stables, the gazebo outside of the dining hall... Since when were there this many people around Garreg Mach?
By the third night, he's ready to give up and play the lullaby by ear, accuracy be damned. That was before he overheard Annette "whispering" with Mercedes about "someone" asking for books related to Leicester Alliance arts. No names were given but Felix had a pretty sure guess who the curious cat was.
The fourth night, he picks the roof that overlooks the water. The same one from a while back where he and Claude had shared mindless chatter because he couldn't sleep. It's nice up there, cozy even, and he's able to practice in relative peace. Even if it means risking discovery from anyone threatening to climb around up there after hours. He's lucky -- no one comes around that night, or any of the following two nights.
It's the evening of the seventh night and he's seated on his bed, the violin in its case on the bedside chair where Claude will, eventually, sit. Felix has managed to get some practice in. Not enough to his liking (but then, when is there enough practice for a perfectionist like him?), but he's much more confident in his ability now than he was when he first issued his challenge. More time would be ideal but he's got too much pride to ask for more -- especially after he had all but insinuated Claude would need more time, anyway. Felix isn't keen on knowing what his foot tastes like.
There's some shuffling around heard next door. He tries not to lean up against the wall for a better idea of what the noise is -- he's certain he'll find out soon enough.]
let's do the time warp again
While Felix -- somehow, perhaps through the grace of the goddess or divine intervention of any sort -- is able to procure a violin from a vendor out in town without alerting anyone of his rather expensive purchase, it's finding the time to practice in secret that's the problem. Apparently, the one week where he doesn't want to hole himself up in the training area is the one where the likes of Caspar and others are aching for some last-minute sparring practice before a monthly tournament being held the following week.
So, essentially, Felix is forgoing sword practice with a specific goal in mind...in favor of violin practice for just one song for one person. There's irony to be found somewhere in there, for sure.
The Goddess Tower, or what remains of it, isn't as secluded as he'd been led to believe. More than once he's found some couples (or more...) canoodling there. Rather than berate them and kick them out, and then have to explain why he's there, he left them be and tried his luck elsewhere.
The library, the stables, the gazebo outside of the dining hall... Since when were there this many people around Garreg Mach?
By the third night, he's ready to give up and play the lullaby by ear, accuracy be damned. That was before he overheard Annette "whispering" with Mercedes about "someone" asking for books related to Leicester Alliance arts. No names were given but Felix had a pretty sure guess who the curious cat was.
The fourth night, he picks the roof that overlooks the water. The same one from a while back where he and Claude had shared mindless chatter because he couldn't sleep. It's nice up there, cozy even, and he's able to practice in relative peace. Even if it means risking discovery from anyone threatening to climb around up there after hours. He's lucky -- no one comes around that night, or any of the following two nights.
It's the evening of the seventh night and he's seated on his bed, the violin in its case on the bedside chair where Claude will, eventually, sit. Felix has managed to get some practice in. Not enough to his liking (but then, when is there enough practice for a perfectionist like him?), but he's much more confident in his ability now than he was when he first issued his challenge. More time would be ideal but he's got too much pride to ask for more -- especially after he had all but insinuated Claude would need more time, anyway. Felix isn't keen on knowing what his foot tastes like.
There's some shuffling around heard next door. He tries not to lean up against the wall for a better idea of what the noise is -- he's certain he'll find out soon enough.]