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Verbena had always been described as a lush, thick environment with trees covering the mountain sides and rivers twisting through the peaceful valleys that made up the man-made planet. Even if she was just part of the fourth generation to be born on the planet, every square inch of it was rooted deep in Gwendolyn's system. She had lived and breathed running the deer trails chasing after her brothers or swimming in the creeks on the family farm. Maybe it was the reason that she picked it when she got to the Sensoriums- something familiar after the first few days of being on the living ship.

It was a warm summer day on the grounds. Nothing was there that should have been, the horses, the cattle, people milling about working or even her family enjoying tea on the back porch of the plantation style home. All the windows were up and the front door was open allowing the music to spill outward for anyone that wished to investigate. The house was of a simple design and almost out of a picture book of the Old South back on Earth-that-was. It was in the library that the red headed Browncoat was located standing in the middle of the empty room surrounded by history that no one else aside from her probably would care about again. Her bow danced across the strings drawing the notes out from what could easily be a happy tune to something more quieter or sadder depending on the temperament of the listener. The clothing of choice? Not her plantsuit or what bits of uniform that she had, but her dress uniform with rank bars in red on the long coat sleeves.

So lost in the music was she that she probably wouldn't have heard anyone approach if they wanted. Musicians or curious folk alike were welcome, she was in a seemingly good mood enough to talk about what the place was if anyone wanted to.

[ooc: It looks like LJ isn't let me link to the youtube vid of the song she's playing, but it's the Ashoken Farewell.]

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"I'd say Verbena, but I know you ain't never heard of no such planet." With a grin the woman lowered the violin, tucking it gently against her side as the man finished up his piece. Boy could play that was for sure. For now Gwen would call it an even balance in the playing skills with a possible second duel down the road, time permitting. "I hear stories of Ireland though. Just a few things that folk could remember... Which ain't a lot."

And he could rub it in all he wanted. Gwen could easily taunt him about her home that nearly resembled the island that he, obviously, called home and how parts of the culture seemed to survive five hundred years later. The Browncoat waited for his song to finish before she offered him a hand in greeting. "Gwen MacKenzie."

"Aye, ye've got me there. Only planets I'm familiar with are Earth, Mars, Venus, and the other five in my solar system. I've never been one to look at stars, for obvious reasons." He smiled, finishing up his number.

"William Barlow, but they call me Blin." He shook her hand. Firm grip, this one. "If ye ever want to learn more, it may not be the exact Ireland your Earth had, but I'd be happy to tell ye about mine. I did have a good quarter century's experience living on Earth, after all."