courtcomposer asked:"Good day, my dear... 'Spring', wasn't it?..."
"Yes, it’s Spring." She replied. She thought for a moment. "I don’t think I know your name, mister….?"
I smirked playfully… “It’s ‘Maestro’ actually…” I bowed respectfully, a sincere smile now on my face… “Maestro Forte, at your service, my dear… Master of Music, Colonel of Chords, Sultan of Symphonies, and, above all else, Royal Court Composer… A pleasure to formally make your acquaintance, madamoiselle…”
"Hum.. nice to meet you Maestro." Spring replied, a little shy.
I smiled, chuckling slightly… “Le plaisir est pour moi… I must admit, Spring, you intrigue me. I have never met one such as you before… I have heard tales of elementals, but never seen one… *catches self, now embarrassed* Oh, how rude of me… Forgive me my forwardness, my dear. Simply an old man’s curiosity… You understand, I’m sure… Tell me, are you a fellow lover of music? You are aware, I’m sure, that you share a namesake with a rather famous orchestration?…”