Counterparts? If I were to go looking, where might I find them?

[Whether or not the lead turns out as something to go on hardly matters. Not really. The reason he asks is curiosity- the desire to amass information. Nothing more and nothing less.

...And really. That sitar evokes a form of curiosity that is far more prevalent at this moment in time. Curiosity for the here and the now. Demyx's grin is returned with a bright smile, the half-elf's eyes bright as he gazes upon it further.]

A musician. Right.

[That can do that. Sure. He'll roll with that. For now.]

Bards from my plane know music as magic. A power that comes from song, art, and speech. And they're right. There's so much power in performance.

[His eyes glance from the sitar to Demyx. The look in them is almost childlike- filled with wonder.]

May I touch it? Just to see if it's wet.

[Why wouldn't it be wet? It appears as though it is made of water itself. But he'd like to see- to touch- if it truly is water, or an illusion.]