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</div></div><br/><br/>As the lilting refrains of his violin began to fade, Amadan lowered his bow and his bright hazel gaze lifted. The Romani had played his heart out, and it was obviously he was born to entertain the masses while simultaneously educating the general public about his culture. After experiencing Draenae's wrath outside his secondhand shop earlier in the day, Amadan was somewhat expecting the same response. To his surprise, Drae was full of sincere praise, and of course sarcastic wit.<br/><br/><b>"Thank you for compliment, Drae." </b>Amadan smiled as he spoke in broken English, placing his generations old violin back into the velvet case that accompanied him wherever he traveled.<br/><br/>Drae's second comment was met with warm laughter, as he slid his bow inside the violin case and closed it shut. "<b>You would be hard to please, even if I had played such a tune. For future reference, I am open to any and all requests, just so you know." </b><br/><br/>Amadan purposely left his offer open for contemplation later. If Drae wished another tune from the Romani, Amadan would be happy to play one. Knowing it was premature of him to assume such a thing, Amadan seemed to have the same exact thought as Drae when it came down to playing for him in the evening. A warm den, a crackling fire perhaps a glass of wine with his new friend and housemate. Of course, Amadan would play a song that Drae preferred, nothing too chaotic or bouncy, something along the same lines of what he'd just played for him.<br/><b><br/>
"If you must know, I play the violin since I was three years old. This a special violin and quite old. Three generations before I was ever born. It's the only thing of my past that I still cherish."</b><br/><br/>Behind Amadan's amber depths,<i>Phoneutria nigriventer </i>observed the Hex'ras. Silently wondering what was on the menu tonight because he was becoming hungry. Usually a solo predator, it contemplated whether it was in his best interest to go out alone to investigate its new environment and find another hunting ground. Territorial at best, it would wander as far away from the territory that the Hex'ras had established for itself, unless the other spider intended to share that space as well as its human counterpart.<br/><br/><i>Phoneutria nigriventer</i>tapped out a message to the Hex'ras with its front appendages, a fraction of a inch shorter than the other eight legs on its body.<br/><br/>The message read:<i>"I'm hungry. I must hunt soon."</i><br/><br/>Almost simultaneously, Amadan asked Drae a question. "<b>I've not eaten anything since this afternoon at a shop on Bourbon Street. The po boys there are exquisite, but I'm quite hungry now. Do you have anything I can eat? Soup is a good thing, if you have some."</b><br/><br/>Since his spider counterpart drank liquefied nourishment, Amadan often did imbibe easily digestible foods that were soft textured like eggs, soup, mashed vegetables and pudding. Sometimes the hunger pangs were so intense he needed much more than that. Meat, rare and quickly. Other times, Amadan found himself unaware of how and when he got out into the bayou or why there was so much damn blood everywhere or an animal carcass nearby that was hollowed out like a carved melon. Last time he ate like that, it had been a ten foot alligator.<br/><br/>He was a little far away from the Louisiana bayou but if Phoneutria nigriventer had a hankering for nutria or alligator, miles of road wouldn't hinder its natural instinct to wander to get what it craved.<br/><br/><b>"Or some meat? If you're hungry I know how to cook." </b>Amadan offered, unaware of whether the Hex'ras ate the way he did.<br/><br/>He surmised he'd find out the hows and whys  very shortly, once he voiced the question aloud.