Dayo smiled at Xan when he winked and handed over the case. She fiddled with the straps before looking over at Domo when she felt his cool hand cover hears. Dayo smiled at the touch.
“Of course, Domo,” she said feeling a surge of affection at the lead raeven’s question. “Good friends and two raevens to take over the music world.”
Dayo then carefully put her new cello in its case, handling it gingerly as if it was a new born babe. She looked at Domo when she carefully clicked down the metal latches that would hold her cello safely in the hard case.
“We will have to play together sometime outside of our lessons,” she said with a smile that reached her golden eyes.
Fathle turned to Xan at the question of money. He reached into his suit and pulled out his wallet.
“Credit,” he said as his pale fingers handed the cowboy the plastic card. “Thank you again, Xan. I am excited to see Dayo grow as a musician. It is just a stroke of luck that you are also a raeven guardian. Dayo will be happy to have contact with her own kind on a daily basis.”
