

A Mentor: Vanished Tyr had been awake for some time in Bren's absence. She sat now, quietly at his pianoforte, reading sheets and sheets of Bren's music he'd written, the songs playing in her head, as she had always had an ability to read music and had perfect pitch as well. Every once in a while, the music in her head would transform and ease out of her mouth in melodious sounds, some songs sad, some joyful. But, seemingly, his latest works were quite mournful and dreary, although beautiful all the same. Ian was cleaning his spotted fur atop the lid of the piano, listening anA Mentor: Vanished
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