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Raymei finished dusting in the parlor and hopped to the hall to continue. Then she heard guitar music coming from the music room.
"Ooh...more people who like instruments." Raymei smiled and headed towards the music room. "I sure am glad I got Amelia to put that room in."

In a blind rage, Dor leaps at the vampire, aiming to knock his head off. But when he came within half a meter of the vile Immortal he seemed to hit an invisible wall and tumbled back into a comfortable chair. The words "Please Don't Fight" flashed before him in mid air in red a few times and that was the end of it. "What in hell?"

Alonso sighed in relief. He walked into the dining room, picking up more dishes and cleaning up.
"Yeah. No fighting on the premesis. If you wanna fight, get off Amelia's land." Alonso headed back towards the kitchen. "If you wanna complain, then complain to Amelia, not me. But, personally, I think keeping violence away from this house is a good thing."

Saleis nodded instantly, "Yes. I will. But tomorrow. My travels have been... difficult," she sighed, looking towards the house. "Right now, all I can tell you is just relax and think of your human form. It'll take some time becuase you've been used to changing at unexpected times," she smiled. The dew under her feet made her want to fall asleep. She resisted a yawn and looked at the moon. "I, however, am going to find a room, and I'm going to sleep." she said, "I'll see you for breakfast." she looked towards Stephen before trotting up to the porch and changing into a human and entering the house.

Upon entering the house she heard Alfonso's words and scowled, walking into the dining room, one of her rage moods coming. "Who dares attack another in the perfect sanctuary of our home? That is pathetic!" she swore, careful to keep her voice down not to wake Amelia. Then she turned on her heel and went up the stairs. "I'm going to find a room." she said.

Upstairs she walked along the corridors, smelling if it was empty or not. Nothing here seemed to interest her. So she went to the third floor, and looked around. She found a room, small, but comfortable. Dry. I bit dusty, but she didn't mind. The bed was in the corner and against the wall. Her desk was at the huge window, and she instantly opened the window and stared at the sky, at the moon. Her dresser was there, but she didn't have any clothes or things to put in it. She rumaged through her desk and found a quill pen and some ink and some paper. She set it on the desk, but just laid on the bed, curling up and falling asleep.

Raymei poked her head into the music room. Now Roran was playing along with the other boy, a centaur. She smiled and quietly walked over to a chair. She swayed along with the music and hummed a tune to match them.

Roran grins and says, "Roran, a pleasure to meet you Kaylan. Yes it turns out to be quite the musical house, for our great fortune but the werewolves distaste. They seem not to like my violin." Roran also kept on playing, breaking off from Kaylan's rhythm every once in a while to play a few notes with a bit more contrast.

Salies woke to the screeching she had heard earlier. She winced since it was louder. "GAH!" She screamed, covering her head with a pillow, shutting out most of the sound. "WHO IS DOING THAT?" she asked, trying desperatly to drown out the sound of the annoying noise.

She shuddered and should, walking out of her room and down the flight of stairs to stand in the door way of the music room. She winced again as the sound came to her hears, this time doubled. Oh god, another was playing a Guitar. For some reason, Salies could not handle the noises of string instuments. She shuddered, but didn't say anything. She had no right to halt their music. Then she spotted a piano. Her eyes went wide and she walked over to it. "Mother had a piano. She played it everynight after the Howling." she whispered, running her fingers along the keys. She then blocked out everything else as she say down. She tried to remember what little her mother taught her and pressed down one key before another, and soon she was playing a soft melody, like the ones that remind you of a distant rain forest where nothing could hurt you. She was little jumpy and missed a few keys, and her memory was halted with the remark by Stephen. She sighed and rubbed her temples, "Vampires do not understand the meaning of sesitive hearing, Stephen! And apprantly, Centaurs don't either," she said to him out the window, her music stopping.

crouching down, Stephen called up, "incoming!" before jumping, he hooked his arms over the sill and poked his head in through the window, "It wasn't so much the guitar," he said, "though I do like the trumpet better, it was the gorram violin that Toothy over there is playing," he nodded towards the vampire.