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[ Dewey is visibly a few years older than usual today. On most days, he's ten years old - but today, he's thirteen. That may not be much of a difference, speaking strictly mathematically, but at those ages it's definitely noticeable.

What he has done on this lovely winter day is bundle himself up, take his portable keyboard, and head to Xanadu with it. Year-round spring, regardless of weather? He still loves snowball fights, forts, and the like, but this is a nice break to have from the City's winters - far harsher than he's used to. When he gets there, he finds himself a bench, unbundles himself from his winter gear, and takes out his keyboard from its case (it's far less burdensome when he's this size). And then, he begins to play: ]

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[ ooc: Video is long, but you get the idea if you don't feel like sitting through it ♥ replies with older icons will come from betteratlife. As far as he knows, he arrived in the City at the same time he actually did but was older to begin with. ]

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[ohcurses]

I haven't heard of him. At home, we don't have classical music. [That's what happens when a culture is almost completely wiped out!] My uncle and my grandfather were exceptional flute-players. Do you know how to play that?

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[betteratlife]

Not really. I mostly just play the piano.

What kind of music did they play?

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[bookbending]

And you play it exceptionally well. I'm impressed.

Folk songs, mostly.

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[betteratlife]

[ He smiles, shrugging off the compliment even though he's delighted to get it - it's always nice to have your talents appreciated, particularly when said appreciation is rare with the people who should support you the most. ]

Thanks.

[ And he moves right into the question. ]

So, music from where your family came from?

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[ohcurses]

Kind of. My grandfather had to make some parts of the old songs up since he was the only one who was alive to remember them, but they're close to the music that the Air Nomads used to play.

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[betteratlife]

[ He nods. ]

Music is like that, though. You know. It keeps its meaning from where it came from, and then it grows and changes along with people. So it's yours, but it's also connected.