There once was a bar at the end of the universe, and there one could find all sorts of mysterious patrons.
Dante found it about an hour ago, and after finding out what the heck had replaced the door to the front of his house, decided to make use of it to confirm his suspicions about his world.
He's currently sitting at the bar, frowning at a rather old book.
Ooh! "Is there a similar trend for the future, could I get one that might suggest how my world's future will – oh, well, it probably won't go that way with how we're going to derail things, but could be interesting anyway? … Also a copy of my world's one, if you don't mind."
I can in no way guarantee that any particular future from a similar history will be predictive, but she supplies wikis.
"I wonder if I should ask for something similar for my world... Probably published works on artifact creation or songwriting theory if anything, I don't think I desperately need to know anything from my future."
"That could be useful," he agrees. "Would I be able to help out with that, or does it require a lot of contextual knowledge…?"
"I'm not sure you could do artifact creation itself, though you could maybe help with the theory. Making an artifact is very time consuming, it involves using osanwë on whatever you're making. The theorizing is the fun part, my father enjoys it, but I found it a bit too time consuming. My actual talent of songwriting is much more approachable and gives more immediate results, though I don't know how practiced you are at singing?"
"You can still sing a few of them even if you're about average, you just might have trouble with some of the more complicated songs, and might not be able to get as much of a range of effect. I can walk you through singing a healing one? It's a good idea for you to have it anyway, considering."
Good! Calassúrë smiles at him supportively, and continues humming the rest of the song, watching for any missteps that need correcting before they start singing properly.
"I can read a bit of it, at least the notation where I'm from? I don't know if the translation effect extends to music."
"Well. Uh. I might be able to learn your native magical notation fairly quickly if you know it well enough, or we can break it up into sections and walk you through each?"
"Sure, okay. This is the first part of it -"
And this time, she sings. It is more impressive than the humming.
… Oh dear.
He tries singing it back, and manages to get a large quantity of the pitch right.
She doesn't wince, but she sort of wants to. That's significantly worse than average Elven singing. Which makes sense, because he hasn't had the time Elves have had to get good at singing, he's eighteen, after all. She just needs to not hold it against him, not dismiss him as incompetent, and help him to do better.
She gently corrects the incorrect notes, successfully looking understanding instead of pained.
"… Did I mention that you're an extremely good singer, as in, I'm not sure there are humans that good."
"Thank you. I'm, ah, one of the better Elven singers, though by no means the best." That prize goes to her cousin. "I don't want to dismiss your entire species, I think it might just be a matter of practice? But we probably don't have time for that, either. Do you want to try a different tactic? Maybe one of your devices could replicate a song?"
"Well, no, but if a device could do songs it makes scaling them much, much easier."
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