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piedandpiped
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He sat by the lake, looking for inspiration. A harmonica hung from the corner of his mouth, awkwardly perched until his hands would clasp it and guide the instrument over his lips. He was humming, trying to think of a new tune. He loved making charming, new songs. It was in that capacity that he exceeded his father as a piper.
Mr. Piper, as he was wont to call himself, was the creative type. Thriving on the songs he created, always learning to charm something new. His main problem was that he could never tell what his new songs would charm. He had to walk around different creatures and play until something followed, figuring it out by process of elimination.
Today he had no idea what he might call forth, but he put the harmonica to his lips and blew with enthusiasm. The silver pipe sang dolefully, a sadder tune than any he had yet composed. I must remember this one. It will find me something interesting to be sure.
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pied piper
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And something interesting the song did find, for as if by magic, a woman appeared, weaving in an out of the water's egde as if she were dancing to his tune, idly. Kali hadn't just appeared, however - maybe once upon a time she could do that, but not now - no, instead, she just hadn't come into his line of view until a few seconds ago. Nor was she exactly charmed by his playing. But, regardless, from the looks of things it may have been the music that had caused her to move from her resting place further down the bank.
And when she finally stopped before him, she said nothing, instead content to incline her head at him curiously.
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