[When the music just stops, Zia's thrown way off. Still, she only hesitates for a moment when she sees some of the others getting up at the gazebo to play songs instead before, harp guitar in her hands as always, she runs up to join them. Everyone there's a stranger, but it's hard to stay awkward for long; she's in her element here more than anywhere.
She'll be singing and playing throughout the night, looking consistently delighted. Eventually, being so cheerful is going to give her the nerve to hop off the gazebo and dance right into the audience, sometimes as she plays—don't look too interested or she's liable to drag you out of your seat and get you to dance with her.]
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She'll be singing and playing throughout the night, looking consistently delighted. Eventually, being so cheerful is going to give her the nerve to hop off the gazebo and dance right into the audience, sometimes as she plays—don't look too interested or she's liable to drag you out of your seat and get you to dance with her.]