Now Kali eyes him with contempt, and opens her mouth to say something else -- and lets out an inarticulate noise of frustrated fury as the sitar player strikes a loud, sour chord.
A half turn, and a sharp gesture at the wall, and the sound of the instrument ceases abruptly.
(Just audible, if you're listening for it: a soft slithering rush, as several pounds of dust sift to the floor.)
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Date: 2010-08-01 02:45 am (UTC)Now Kali eyes him with contempt, and opens her mouth to say something else -- and lets out an inarticulate noise of frustrated fury as the sitar player strikes a loud, sour chord.
A half turn, and a sharp gesture at the wall, and the sound of the instrument ceases abruptly.
(Just audible, if you're listening for it: a soft slithering rush, as several pounds of dust sift to the floor.)