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[implanta]

[You know what's awesome? Being able to talk and sing. That's what Cloche woke up to today, in fact. Because of that, she will be going around town to get her daily necessities such as food and tea while singing. Everywhere. Implanta included. Anything she can sing, she will be.

Catch Cloche around town singing, it'll be an all day thing.]

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[spohkh]

Indeed. Losing ones' voice seems to be a rather frequent event here in Luceti.... and you have a favourable voice.

[Spock hesitated for a moment...]

Miss Cloche.... I have a small request...

[implanta]

Ah, thank you. I appreciate the compliment.

[...well, 'Miss Cloche' is all right, she guesses. He seems the super polite type, so she'll roll with it.]

Yes, what is it?

[spohkh]

I am attempting to build a Vulcan Lyre... and instrument that I am well versed with but is not available in Luceti. Perhaps you would be amenable to accompanying me sometime in the future?

[implanta]

[Headtilt.] What's a... Vulcan Lyre? [At least, the difference between that and a regular lyre.]

[spohkh]

There is a Vulcan name for it, however it is very similar to the human concept of a lyre... with some differences.

For simplicity's sake, it is like a cross between a harp and a lyre. The sound is quite... hauntingly beautiful.

[implanta]

You want me to help you build one? [That's what she's understanding anyway...]

You don't have a recipe card for it, do you? I'm not exactly the best at making things.

[QUITE THE OPPOSITE, ACTUALLY. It could get dangerous.]

[spohkh]

[Spock's expression takes on a hint of amusement...]

Negative... I will build the instrument... but I was hoping that you would help me tune it when it is finished.

I ask that you sing.

[implanta]

An instrument that's tuned through singing? I've never heard of such a thing before. [There's plenty of instruments where she's from, to be sure, but this lyre sounds complex. Too bad Sasha isn't here!]

But if you just need to me sing, then by all means, I will.

[spohkh]

[Spock gives Cloche a half-smile... ]

Very well. I shall contact you when it is ready.
[Spock lifts his hand in a Ta'al...] Peace and long life to you Miss Cloche.

[implanta]

I hope it's soon. [And with a smile:] Thank you, To you as well. [She'll at least take it as a compliment - sadly, she probably won't live to see 50, unless she's here for that long.]