<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Leith</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://images.sodahead.com/profiles/0/0/1/7/5/7/4/3/7/sigh-39513021111.jpeg)</div></div><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the  <br/>walls of the Hwarin Iire  <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Raan, anyone <br/> outside </div>Leith couldn't see whoever, or whatever, was on the other side of the wall, but he did sense someone was there, and the soft humming that eventually joined his playing made him smile somewhat. Whoever was there did seem to have some sense for music, a creative spark, not humming his exact tune, but rather, something complementary. It was like they were speaking to him in a language he actually understood.<br/><br/>Leith let his music change subtly, beginning to weave his notes into something of a story, the tone and tempo expressing a feeling of who he was, and a sense of happiness that this person seemed to speak his 'language'. It was something that didn't happen very often, most people liked to listen to his music, but they expressed themselves with words - something Leith always found confusing. He wished he could see his new friend, and his music became somewhat slower and slightly more sad at the fact that he couldn't, though it still remained cheerful overall.