[ He simply listens. He's not sure if he quite understands what had taken place - or rather, how it had even taken place - but the fact that Grimm is still here is proof enough that it had worked, whatever the little vessel had done.
His sudden movement, stepping closer, reaching a hand out to touch his master's chest to confirm that absence, is instinctive rather than anything coming from thought. Troupe Master though the other was, Brumm had been young when he came to the Troupe's service as their musician. Grimm had been similarly stepping into the role left absent by his predecessor, and by coincidence they met at about the same age.
Grimm had learned, tumbled and practiced without end, grown into his own body and that easy grace. Brumm had been there to play halting music that grew smoother and more melodious with time and long hours of work, and to fuss over the Master who he had already grown close to.
He doesn't quite realise what he's doing until he's already done it, and then he just sort of freezes for a long, obvious moment, because part of him is still on autopilot as he tries to process the sheer magnitude of this entire situation.
...He withdraws his hand, after a moment, but he doesn't step away. This is fine. This is fine?? ]
...Not even an ember. Mrmm. And the child is grown.
This is...a new song, then. [ Uncharted and unpracticed, but not unwelcome. Improvisation was all part of the act, after all, and even Brumm felt inspired enough for a solo occasionally. ]
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His sudden movement, stepping closer, reaching a hand out to touch his master's chest to confirm that absence, is instinctive rather than anything coming from thought. Troupe Master though the other was, Brumm had been young when he came to the Troupe's service as their musician. Grimm had been similarly stepping into the role left absent by his predecessor, and by coincidence they met at about the same age.
Grimm had learned, tumbled and practiced without end, grown into his own body and that easy grace. Brumm had been there to play halting music that grew smoother and more melodious with time and long hours of work, and to fuss over the Master who he had already grown close to.
He doesn't quite realise what he's doing until he's already done it, and then he just sort of freezes for a long, obvious moment, because part of him is still on autopilot as he tries to process the sheer magnitude of this entire situation.
...He withdraws his hand, after a moment, but he doesn't step away. This is fine. This is fine?? ]
...Not even an ember. Mrmm. And the child is grown.
This is...a new song, then. [ Uncharted and unpracticed, but not unwelcome. Improvisation was all part of the act, after all, and even Brumm felt inspired enough for a solo occasionally. ]