Unlike the others, Anna wasn't terribly amazed by the wind. It was rather what her emotions felt like, sometimes, laid raw for the whole world to look at. She was rather horrified that the master would waste so much energy in showing that. She turned to Bristlebane. "Don't mention it. I know how much it hurts to fail at things. Oh, since I didn't introduce myself before: I'm Annalyn. Most people call me Anna."
Before they could get too far into the cave, Anna spoke softly to the master. "And excuse me, for asking, sir, but would it be possible for me to maybe get my clarinet back? For our free time after dinner?" Her voice had taken on a ridiculously hopeful tone. She desperately wanted her instruments back, but mostly her clarinet. She could sing, sure, but there were things that words couldn't express that music could. And her clarinet had been her first instrument, given to her when she was three and she had still been able to play it, though now it was almost too small for her hands.