With music as his second nature, it was easy for Roshan to play his accompaniment. His thoughts were in disarray, but his fingers and breathing moved with ease. His brows were furrowed and focused, masking the inner cacophony. 

And before him stood Nieve, gentle and beckoning. Despite her petite stature, Roshan had only ever seen her as resilient and strong. Was she fearless? Or unaware? He spared no thoughts to the answer, just affixed his gaze on hers. His eyes, searching and pleading intensely, looked more like anger. Controlling music was always easier than controlling his facial expressions. But though he willed himself to move forward, his body resisted, budging slowly.

For somewhere in the garden, the winds began to carry away the odor of rot. It wasn't fading, like a predator that had wandered away, but was vanishing like a source that had been swallowed. It was unnatural, and didn't fit Getsuy's hunting style. And in this absence, Roshan felt a cold and desperate grip grasping at his limbs. It was a silent panic that weighed him down like heavy chains. [i]Why[/i] couldn't he sense Getsuy?

Roshan's instincts battled against each other, moving him forward at the pace of a funeral march.[i]Not mine,[/i] he scolded himself, pushing forward another step. [i]Not Nieve's[/i] he added stubbornly, his music still playing smoothly as he slowly but surely followed her path.

[@Lunari] (Sorry for the lack of dialogue, boy's got only one mouth lol)