[u][b][center][color=ed145b]Willow of the Wisps[/color][/center][/b][/u]

A single note played out over a violin string, followed by several quick chords in rapid succession in a ugly unharmonious play. This mellowed out into a classical esque ballad that would conjure images of a king observing the dance of the nobles in his throne room. 

Accompanying Rei, a girl held a violin in her arms. She’d glide around in a trail, matching each footfall of the shinigami’s steps like a character motif in a theater play.

[color=ed145b]“Oh death stalks the land again. Your majesty the queen of death with a fresh harvest of souls to keep.”
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Willow hummed, stalling right beside the girl and ceasing her playing. Oros’s arrival would mute out any songs planned and distract both girl’s attention. Willow would tilt her head and stand upright, placing her hands on her hips afterward.

[color=ed145b]“Get your paws off my reaper, you little tart. She and I have an arrangement and you aren’t included. And keep it in your pants! We have an image to keep up of professional, mentally well adjusted, young women.”[/color]

She’d then giggle madly after saying that obvious lie. A loyal serving glowing spirit wisp passing by to retrieve Willow’s special violin from  her arms.

[color=ed145b]“Just joking! Or I’m not, hehe~! Welcome all and all of that nonsense. Uh, what the hell are we doing for all these people again?” [/color]She’d poke Rei’s cheek, holding close to her in a claiming and cuddly way.