Leah
The brayer's surprise to Orlaith's preferred genre of music was conveyed in a taken-aback chuff of breath.

"Tavern songs? You're not messing with me? Because yeah, I was for sure thinking you were too fancy to enjoy that kind of stuff." He said while shaking his head, as if the gesture could help him overcome his surprise.

When she rose and milled about for a few moments, he watched her curiously. When he realized she was going to perform for him, his brow shot up and he leaned towards her with interest from where he sat cross-legged on the earth. His ears flicked rapidly and he released a soft breath of excitement in the moments before her lips met the mouthpiece of her recorder. He bobbed his head from side to side in merriment as the tune lifted his spirits as she toyed around with the melody. She might have thought it was 'just' a recorder, but Rásmos was not the jaded musician that she was. Nobody in his family had any sort of musical talent or aptitude, so it was a lovely treat to hear even something so brief and simple.

When she tossed him the jingling tambourine, his orange eyes went wide with a mixture of alarm and enthusiasm. Thick fingers fumbled with it for a bit as he tried not to drop or crush it. Once his awkward grip was settled, he looked at Orlaith and he gave her a huge smile.

"I'm gonna mess this up a lot." He laughed as he started slowly shaking the instrument. It was a bit of a struggle for him to find a consistent beat, but once he envisioned himself plodding down a long road and shaking the tambourine in time with step it became a manageable rhythm.
Dena
The silnarian smirked to Rásmos' surprise, both anticipating it and perhaps finding some amusement in it. What she enjoyed even more though was his look of shock and interest at suddenly receiving a tambourine in his lap. What a charming, if somewhat beastly, smile! That smile was precisely why she loved music in general, and more specifically tavern songs. They were accessible, they were easy to engage with and they brought music to places there might otherwise be none—such as at a roadblock camp out in the Silnarian countryside. 

"You'll be fine, love. Just keep going." The bard offered in encouragement before she set her lips to her recorder once again. For the first several beats they were obviously not attuned and even earned a look of confusion from some of the nearby country folk. However, a few beats more and soon Rásmos was making a steady, slow jingle that Orlaith tittered and trilled around as she began to also physically walk around him. It was a delightful little jig they made together and soon it earned the attention of others. 

A macen family started listening in with one father clapping his hands to match Rásmos' pace while the other led their young daughter out to the open space of dirt around the campfire to begin laughing and dancing. More heads turned and soon an older ursine pulled up to sit on the log beside the brayer and began to pat and slap the pair of animal skin drums in his lap. A lathian couple joined the girl and her father in dancing and a lora woman started to pluck at a cello that was somewhat taller than she was. 

In short order more dancers and musicians joined in and Rásmos and Orlaith stood at the center of a wild, beautiful jam session with the diverse and varied travelers of central Moluinwar.
Leah
Orlaith's encouraging words straightened his back with determination and pride. This charming, mysterious silnari bard believed in him and he *Refused* To let her down. Focusing through the initial awkwardness, the brayer eventually linked up into that beat which brought all of the others into the fold.

"Does everyone but me carry an instrument on the road?!" Rásmos asked with bewildered excitement amidst this chaotic carnival of song and dance.

Though he briefly chatted and laughed with several others who were not off-put by either his war gear or the size of him, Rásmos's eyes often wandered back towards Orlaith. Even through the hectic merriment and the unspoken connection all of the refugees had suddenly developed through music, there was a newfound warmth and respect for the dusky-skinned silnari that rose above the rest. A blossoming kinship that the brayer was equal measures pleased and surprised to experience.

Acting on that sense of friendship, Rásmos hopped to his feet and picked his way through the others until he was right next to Orlaith. He flashed a flat-toothed brayer smile her way as he started to shimmy around with her as he continued to shake and tap the tambourine. He laughed delightedly both at his heavy-hooved movements and at the carefree nature of this simple little duo in the middle of an impromptu celebration of music.

Eventually the miniature concert came to a thrilling crescendo of instrumental and wordless vocalizations that lingered for several scintillating moments before closing out on a final, punchy beat. The magic finally broke, leaving the collection of travelers to applaud and cheer as the improvised song came to an end.

"Slop and swine!" Rásmos exclaimed, gently nudging the bard in the shoulder with an arm. "Look what you did, Orlaith. That was amazing, hah!"