[the song isn't familiar, per se...and it sounds different coming from a violin, rather than an Irish fiddle, but it's been so many months since she heard a reel that she can't help but follow the sound.
When she finds the source, she doesn't interrupt. She doesn't want to. Instead, she finds a place to sit on a nearby curb and pulls out her sketchbook, foot tapping as she fishes out a pencil to draw. She might draw Joshua. She might draw people wandering past. But it's familiar. Like drawing Geordie while he busked for passerbys in Newford]
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When she finds the source, she doesn't interrupt. She doesn't want to. Instead, she finds a place to sit on a nearby curb and pulls out her sketchbook, foot tapping as she fishes out a pencil to draw. She might draw Joshua. She might draw people wandering past. But it's familiar. Like drawing Geordie while he busked for passerbys in Newford]
[OOC: hopefully this is okay?]