[centre][b][h1][color=coral]Misty[/color][/h1][/b][/centre]
[@Themerlinhawk][@BlackPanther]

The fact that both of them offered to help threw Misty off balance. Since coming to the school, Misty had just done what was required of her, and had done her best to learn. Asking for help made her feel like a burden, so she had merely tried her best, by herself. Having help offered her...Misty wasn't too sure what to do. She glanced away, trying to think it through, to process it. She bit her lip, uncertain, feeling like both of them were...piercing her, as if they wanted to study her very...soul. It threw her, and she struggled to get her footing back. She drew in a slow, deep breath, and let it out, trying to figure out what she wanted to say. 

She glanced to both of them, trying not to portray her nervousness, her insecurity. [color=coral]"I do practice...I'm just not any good"[/color] She said softly, [color=coral]"I...That would be good, thank you"[/color] She said to Baracheil, although to propspect of training with an Angel was a little daunting. She knew she was no where near being even marginally good, and she didn't want to make a fool of herself. Shifting slightly, she managed a smile, grateful. Their gazes were a little disturbing, making her feel a little raw, and way to open. She cleared her throat, looking to Lazarus. 

Misty had mainly been taking the required classes, unsure of where she belong or what she would need to undertake. Mostly she had just been stumbling along, getting good results in most of what she did, but music was really her one true passion here. It simply made her feel alive. Perhaps if she made an effort to make any frends...but she knew she was older then most of the beginning students, and that caused her to be a little bit...uneasy about approaching them. And no one had peaked her interest, not really. Her mind went back to the letter for a moment. More and more, she felt that that was merely becoming a task that needed to be completed, a necessity because otherwise you'd feel guilty for not doing it, by the towns people. 

Clearing her throat again, she said [color=Coral]"I haven't, no. I was under the impresison that the instrument was all the magic I could do"[/color] Although now that she thought on that, that was probably a stupid assumption. Embarrassed at that, she glanced away, frowning over that for a moment, before looking back to Lazarus, [color=coral]"But why do you say that? I'm sure I haven't given anyone a reason to believe I'm more capable then I show"[/color] She said, curious now as she tried to figure out just what they were seeing in her. Surely...surely they wouldn't just offer this help and advice so willingly? Or was she looking for an alterative motive? [color=coral]"What would you suggest?"[/color]