[center][color=c2a5fd][h3][i]Aymiria Cassiel[/i][/h3]
[sub]Bride of Zakroti Unalim [@darkwolf687][/sub][/color][/center]

Miry listened as Zakroti explained the situation. A faint color came to her face and she ducked her head in embarrassment. [color=c2a5fd]“F-forgive me, my lord… I spoke hastily and did not stop to consider the consequences… I promise, I promise it will not happen again. I do not intend to drive any more of a wedge into your family than I did earlier. W-will you allow me to accompany you to the banquet?”[/color]

She smiled shyly at the compliment that Zakroti gave to her as he looked her outfit over. [color=c2a5fd]“You’re too kind, my lord.”[/color] She ran her fingers over the flute satchel again as he mentioned it. [color=c2a5fd]“My flute? It, well… I used to be the flutist in the royal orchestra; I was the only player who didn’t use some form of viol. The composers loved me because I’d play anything they’d write for me, even the most off-the-wall crazy solos, and I’d be able to do it in front of the whole city, without blinking an eye... Anyway. Flute was kind of my life, I’d have lessons in it sun-up to sun-down and sometimes later. People would laugh and say that for the amount of time I played my flute compared to the amount of time I talked, they’d have almost thought I was mute. My friend Anny—Princess Annaveya—gave me this for midwinter when I was eleven…I’d written a serenade for her for her birthday but I hadn’t yet performed it, not having a proper instrument to play it on and not wanting to do it injustice, so she commissioned the best flute-maker in the whole kingdom to make it for me. I’d intended to give it back to her after that concert because, well… the likes of this instrument don’t belong in the hands of the, of the likes of me… but every time I tried to, she would take it back, and then I’d find it waiting for me in the practice room the next morning.”[/color] The girl shrugged and forced her hands back down to her sides, away from the flute case that she still ran her fingers over. 

He was really going to let her take it with her? In the back of her mind his warning played over and over, that the grandfather was not a man to trifle with, that Drakkens as a whole society were not to be trifled with…

But over the top of that played the constant reminders from Liiren.

[i]“The human spirit can be calmed by music alone when words fail.”
“The fastest path to comprehension is through music. To feel is to understand, and nothing provokes more understanding than music.”
“If you cannot find the right words to speak, find the right notes to play. If you cannot find the right notes to play, there is no hope for you in this world.”
“Sometimes in the darkest night, all that is needed is one silver note and the night will turn to day again.”
“You foolish child! The gods blessed you with a gift and you’re going to let it rot and wither? You can bring light to so many people if you just shut up and blow into that white tube in your hands. But no, you’re going to sit there and waste air that could be put to a purpose because you’re too scared of making waves? You of all people, Aymiria, should know how to ride the waves you stir![/i]

A tiny smile settled on the girl’s mouth as her hand went back to the flute satchel.

[color=c2a5fd][i]I will bring light to this fortress of shadows in the only way I know how, and I will not be afraid to let the ripples go where they may.[/i][/color]
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 [color=c2a5fd][b]Aymiria:[/b] (cough cough foreshadowing)[/color]
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