Ciri pulls the lute off its stand in the corner of her room, examining the dust settled on the wood. It might need some actual, proper maintenance, but a quick few puffs of breath get rid of the surface layer at least. She grabs the folder of sheet music too, and makes her way to living room. The house is open and airy; the sofa is in full view of the kitchen, where Jaskier is baking too many things at once again.
With the lute in her lap, Ciri begins spreading the music sheets out on the table, eventually picking something to start strumming at, testing the strings with the first few notes slowly.
Jaskier.
Ciri pulls the lute off its stand in the corner of her room, examining the dust settled on the wood. It might need some actual, proper maintenance, but a quick few puffs of breath get rid of the surface layer at least. She grabs the folder of sheet music too, and makes her way to living room. The house is open and airy; the sofa is in full view of the kitchen, where Jaskier is baking too many things at once again.
With the lute in her lap, Ciri begins spreading the music sheets out on the table, eventually picking something to start strumming at, testing the strings with the first few notes slowly.
It's not tuned at all anymore. ]