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It was the middle of the day, so Terra had this theory that everyone in the reaper dorm (except possibly her hermano, who she knew was still asleep) would be out for lunch and all those things. She had the building to herself (except for Roch, again, but who cared if he heard her?) and that meant she could play to her heart's content!

What? Every time she played in the woods she got a million and one minipets running for cover. It was irritating.

Thus, the little reaper ghoul had rosened her bow, left her door open (HA, Roch! DEAL WITH WAKING UP BEFORE NOON!) and started playing so loud that you could hear her through at least half of the massive reaper dorm.

It might have had something to do with tormenting her brother. Possibly. Who could say? mrgreen

The song had barely finished when Terra's phone rang. She smirked (her back to the door) and answered. "Hola, hermano! Did I wake you?" The patent false sympathy in her voice showed exactly what she was doing--"what? No--si, you--okay, fine! I will play one with the pedal!"

Her grand plan on torturing him had backfired. She hung up and turned, about to dig her pedal out of her things when she realized she had company. Lots of company. Immediately her neck turned red and her mouth opened in surprise. "I--er, lo siento!! I did not know that anyone other than mi hermano was in the building! I am too loud, I know--" she said to Piper.

"I--ah--I have been playing for more than half my life," Terra said, still flushing. "This is Rosa, my scythe," she added, showing the other ghoul the violin she had been playing. "Is she not beautiful? Mi hermano--he is across the hall, he showed me how to sharpen her edges!"

It looked more deadly than beautiful, a double headed axe with a snake for a headstock, but she looked quite infatuated with it. "Hermano, he is a guitarist," she added. "But I have not introduced myself! I am Terra! Terra Scythe! Please, come in! Mi casa is su casa!"

New friend! And she'd called her music AWESOME!! Terra was so happy!

"They are summoned?" Terra asked, her eyes on the birds. "They are so beautiful! But, si, it is actually 'running in the family,'" she told her cheerfully. "Would you like a drink? Something to eat?" she offered. "I have a lovely juice in the fridge, if you are thirsty!"

She'd forgotten entirely about finding the pedal. "Mi--Austin, he has a saxophone--he is familia, and Senor Vegas, he has daggers that play like a piano!" Note, she didn't say exactly how she was related to them.

"Oh, no, it is a wonder they do not kill each other on family road trips," she said seriously as she headed for the kitchen to pour them both a glass of fruit juice. "Ah--there is the table and there are the beanbags," she said abruptly. "I am afraid I do not have elsewhere to sit," she admitted. The room was rather bare in a way, but very colorful. In front of the skelevision on the floor in the main room there were two beanbags--one red, one purple, and next to the half kitchen there was a four person dining table.

Hanging on the walls were brilliantly woven hangings in bright colors, and a painting of a skeleton woman wearing extravagant clothing. There was also a large brimmed hat hanging on the wall with little tassels hanging from the brim. The bed was a simple mat in the corner, although her brother had said something about getting her a real one soon.

And then, sitting in the corner next to the bed, was the most massive stuffed animal ever seen. It had to be as tall as Terra and three times as wide.

"Ah, the beanbags are from mi hermano," she said as she came over with the glasses. She handed one to Piper before sitting down herself. "The other things, they are from my home town. So is the accent--I am trying to make it less noticeable, but I do not think I have succeeded very well," she admitted.

"My home town is a tiny little village to the south, called Los Muertos. I lived there with mi madre--my mother, until recently. And you? Where do you come from?" she asked, wanting to change the subject to the other ghoul.

"Los Muertos--she is based on a holiday that is very near Halloween," Terra said. "It is called Dia de Los Muertos--which means the day of the dead. There are mucho mucho skeleton hombres and Catrinas--mi madre, she was a Catrina," she said. "She was the most beautiful skeleton--" she stopped, sighing and shaking her head, a tiny bittersweet smile playing on her lips.

"Mi hermano," she said, seeming to change the subject, "he is not from Los Muertos. He has a rough accent and strange hair, but he does not go out of his way to change the way he speaks or looks. But I wish to fit in, to make friends--I do not think he cares very much about fitting in. But he does not have to translate for himself all the time, either," she added dryly. "When I first came, I had to translate every other word."

Terra got to her feet, having a lot more practice with the beanbags, and grinned widely, taking the hand that was offered. "We are friends!" she declared. "It is lovely to make new friends! There should be a way to--to celebrate!"

She looked around, then at her glass of fruit juice, then at the pedal she had left laying to the side. "I could play a song? Do you know how to dance, Piper?" she asked. "We could throw a small party!"

Over a newfound friendship--it was a WONDERFUL IDEA!!