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Kyara arrives from the Massive Open Air Pavilion.

Kyara has arrived.

Corian is seated near the fountain, idly watching the play of the water. She's got a small book in one hand, apparently having come out here to read, but as it's dark and all, that's less easy, even with the artificial light.

And, of course, it's pouring, which Corian's player didn't notice til a certain helpful person pointed it out.

So she's watching -lots- of water.

Kyara hurries through the rain, ducking under eaves here and there on the journey for what little shelter they may hold. Pausing to catch her breath in a doorway, she glances around, then blinks, taking a few heedless steps forward. "Cori?"

Corian blinks as she catches her name amidst the sound of the rain. The water has learned to speak, and summons her? Oh... no, that would mean she'd really have to lay off the drugs. "Yes? Oh... Kyara, hello."

Kyara gestures around. "That must be a very good book indeed for you to continue reading it here rather that take shelter."

Corian looks a bit puzzled for a moment, then peers down at her book, suddenly remembering that she's holding it. "Oh... quite good, yes. It has an excellent plot. And it's waterproof, as well." Her brows furrow, then. "Kyara, shouldn't you get out of the rain?" Oh... kettle, yeah, nice to meet you.

Kyara chuckles, folding her arms. "I will if you will."

Corian gestures with one hand to her coat. "I am suitably clothed for the weather," she observes, with a smile. Of course, as her hood isn't up and the coat itself isn't buttoned, she's still rather wet.

In the sky, The storm trickles off to a light drizzle, making rainbows and puddles everywhere.

Kyara glances up, beaming, as the weather serves to conspire with her. "I'm not, but I guess that's a moot point now."

Corian tips her head back as well, wiping at her wet face with her equally wet hand, and thus accomplishing not much of anything. "I suppose you are correct." Expression shifting to hold a hint of concern, she inquires, "Kyara, should you be abroad so late? It is--" She pulls out her pocketwatch, which is, fortunately, waterproof, and blinks. "Nearly midnight."

You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.

Kyara blinks in surprise at the question, looking a bit worried. "I... I could ask you the same thing," she smiles, taking a seat on the edge of the fountain. "What is wrong with being out so late? It's not like I'm trolling the Underground," she adds a bit defensively.

Corian chuckles very quietly as her question is turned upon her. "I came out here to sit, and lost myself in my thoughts. If I had known it was so late, I would have returned to the Complex some time ago. There is nothing wrong with being out late, though, of course. I was merely concerned. As you are the ward of my brother, there is some obligation beyond friendship, after all."

Kyara grimaces slightly. "I'm sure he appreciates your concern. He has, however, impressed upon me many times that despite wardship, I'm an adult and well able to make my own decisions." Isn't that nice of him?

Corian's lips quirk fractionally at that. "And he is correct. I do not believe I offered to decide anything for you. If I did, I was in error." She fluffs lightly at her hair with her fingertips, maybe trying to look less like a drowned cat. It doesn't work.

Kyara shakes her head absently, gazing into the distance. "No," she murmurs, "You didn't do that. And he may be correct, but there's such a thing as overdoing it."

Corian nods her agreement to that, absently tucking her book into a coat pocket. "Moderation," she says lightly, "Is to be lauded--though in moderation as well."

Kyara chuckles softly. "Moderation in moderation. Sounds like a song title."

Corian laughs very quietly. "Mmm. Perhaps it will be, someday. I, however, will not be the one to write it."

Kyara mmms, "Not the musical type?"

Corian shakes her head. "Not in quite some time. I have gotten to the point where I prefer listening to performing."

Kyara perks up slightly. "You know how to play?"

Corian makes a graceful little gesture of deprecation. "As I said, I have not played in some time. At one time, however, I did, yes."

Kyara smiles. "Oh, I do envy those with the ability to produce music."

Corian suggests, head tipped slightly to one side, "You could attempt to learn?"

Kyara chuckles wryly. "Oh, I did. It's standard education. My teachers, however, finally decided I was hopeless."

Corian's brows lift sharply at that. "Perhaps you did not have the proper teachers. It is true that some students are more difficult to teach than others, but if you were willing to learn..."

Kyara reaches up, tapping an ear. "Tone deaf."

Corian says quietly, with a faint smile, "There are usually alternatives, if one knows the proper place to look."

Kyara lifts her gaze slightly, blinking. "Seriously?"

Corian looks just a bit puzzled. "Of course. There are rhythm instruments, for example, which do not rely on tone. And there are meters which could be used to determine pitch."

Kyara ahhhhs. "I was not aware of that!"

Corian smiles faintly, leaning against the back of the bench then shifting to fold her legs tailor-fashion. "One need only search a bit more to find valid alternatives."

Kyara ahs, "I'd been given the distinct impression that I was simply doomed to life without playing."

Corian shakes her head slowly back and forth. "I would guess perhaps not, though, of course, my teaching skills do not lie in that particular direction. It may lie in your desire, and in your effort, and in the assistance made available to you."

Kyara nods slowly, and smiles. "Merely knowing that options might be available is heartening.""

Corian returns the smile, though the gesture doesn't warm her gray eyes as much as it should. "Just because you are told something," she says quietly, "Does not make it so."

Kyara chuckles. "Which is why I said 'might be'."

Corian shakes her head, with a quiet chuckle. "You misunderstand me. I was referring not to myself, but to your former instructors. That which I say, after all, must always be so." And though she says it quite seriously, now the humor does reach her eyes, though she still doesn't quite seem to be her usual overly-nice self.

Kyara ahhhs. "I see. Yes, that would seem to be correct..." A thoughtful frown appears, and she glances over her shoulder toward the Complex. "Sometimes it's difficult to discern that which should be taken as truth, and that which might bear further investigation."

There's the faintest flicker of something in Corian's eyes, easily missed if one is not looking at her when that odd expression hits her. But then she passes a hand lightly over her face, and that look of polite pleasantry resumes itself. "Yes," she agrees quietly. "That is often a difficult thing to determine." She unfolds her legs, then, preparing to get to her feet.

You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.

Kyara was still gazing into the distance, so unfortunately she did miss it, darnit. "Ah well, just makes life that much more interesting." She glances over. "Getting ready to head in?"

Corian inclines her head. "It is late," she says quietly. "I believe it is time for me to rest."

Kyara nods with a smile. "Sleep well, Cori."

Corian smiles as she gets to her feet. "When you seek your bed, Kyara, dream
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