[i]So you can make the violin play without touching it?[/i] Lyra's old teacher had said, when she called home after three months in the academy. She called her parents too, but they seemed more distant than they had been. They always changed the subject whenever anything about the elements came up. Instead, they asked her about the town, or academy building, or the atmosphere of the place, or her friends. She wanted to tell them about Zeke, but it was difficult. Zeke, who could paint colours in the air. They wouldn't believe a word about him.

[i]The violin is a bit complicated. I'm surprised you can pull it off[/i], her old teacher had said. [i]Have you tried using the same tricks to play the recorder flute? It's a simpler instrument.[/i]

So today Lyra left her violin in the room and was instead carrying a recorder flute she'd bought in town. She could summon gusts of wind now, which create different notes according to which part of the flute they went through. It was a bit difficult to control, and it was a completely different feeling to when she was playing the violin. She continued making random notes through the flute, slowly figuring out how to make it sing, as her feet were carrying her around the academy grounds.

Eventually, something distracted her enough to make her look up. There were sparks in the air, like a small firework party right on the grass. She blinked, then saw that there was a girl underneath those sparks, dancing to an inaudible rhythm. Lyra wasn't sure if she'd seen her before, but her firework dance was mesmerising. She stood while her mind ran.

[i]Sparks from her fingers. Fire? No, it doesn't feel like one. Is just light then? But not the same light like Zeke. And those movements, the kind of music she might be listening to needs a beat that's....[/i]

[@baraquiel]