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"I'm not sure about having a ton of friends.. but.." she whispered to herself, looking down to the ground. She nodded.
"I'ld be delighted to go with you there."

Yume hasn't ever smiled this much before. She's never even talked to anyone before.
Back at home, she was always isolated in her sanctuary, her room.
And even there, that witch could get to her.
The only people she's ever talked to were Cherry and her mother..
And now, it seems, she's actually made something out of words..

Yrael sat on the stage playing his violin. The notes floated across the hall, as he played. His gray eyes were closed against the instrument.

Ronan stepped into the music hall, book clutched in one hand and a small green case in the other. Laying the book down and sitting in a corner, ROnan pulled forth from teh case a small wood carved instument. His father had helped him make such a thing and ROnan had long forgotten by what name it was known. His fingers fel along the familiar holes and grooves of the small item and he placed it near to his mouth, blowing in softly. A clear, soft note hung upon the air for a moment then faded. Ronan alowed himself a rare smile...such music was the most peaceful thing save writing he could use nowadays. Fingers running across teh holes, nearly blurring out of visible sepctrum, Ronan played...a haunting and sad melody floated in teh air, curling around him and rejuvinating his broken soul. Feeling his ehart lay out the precussion beat, Ronan played onward, lost in his sad music.

Still he played effortlessly to no known audience.The alluring sound of the flute echoed through the building,only adding to its strange beauty.It could even be faintly heard from outside.A mouse who was running by had stopped and stared up at Sukai.The little thing seemed lost in a dream.Sukai was like the pied piper of Ria.He didn't mindthat he was alone except for the mouse that watched him.He could care less if anyone heard his song.All he cared about was playing.After many years of teaching himself Sukai felt great accomplishment whenever he played.
Mother would be proud

Sukai continued to play his flute.He was completely unaware that someone was watching him.He stopped for a moment and sighed deeply.The mouse shook its head and scurried off to its hiding place.He smirked and pushed a few loose strands of his black hair behind his ear.Sukai looked up at the ceiling and gave another sigh.He took up his flute and went back to playing his strange and captivating song.

He heard light footsteps against the hard floor.
Someone has come
He chose to ignore this unknown person atleast for alittle while.His song changed.Now the notes were more uplifting and sweet.It was a humble melody that brought upon a sense of joy and comfort.His fingers worked tirelessly against the wooden flute.He tapped his foot along with the song, creating a delightful beat.