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 Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 10:16 pm
Orriole gigged. "You may!" He released Wisp's hand. "We'll just have to find you a brighter instrument, something as full of light as you are." He sounded completely taken by this notion, charmed by his own ruse as much as by Wisp's sweet nature. "We can do it together."
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 10:19 pm
Far from the depressed expression she had had when she first came in, she was now excited: getting away from the terrible, horrible flute was like a sudden reprieve, and having Mr. Orriole recommend it meant that Mom couldn't be mad at her for doing a take-backsie. Little orange prismatic sparkles briefly flared up around her head. She was totally mouldable at that point: had Orriole informed her that the triangle was the only musical instrument suited to her personality, needs and soul imprint, she would have swallowed it hook line and sinker.
In her eyes, he was somehow like a musical messiah. This would unfortunately carry on well into his teaching career.
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