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Music twined through the room. A peaceful song, drifting on elegant phrases and minor chords. Suddenly, it was cut short with a fifth and frustrated glissando across the strings. Makalaure muttered darkly, cursing notes and stars in one breath. With another sigh, fingers resumed their dancing across the strings. Still, dissatisfaction with the accompanying chords remained. Another groan.

"I wish -"

"You wish what, /filit/?"

Makalaure jumped and whirled around to face the intruder, as though woken from a vivid dream.

"Valar, don't do that!"

Maitimo laughed at the startled, nearly panicked look on Makalaure's face.

"And don't laugh, either!"