[Anna had, after her stint and escapade with murdering someone in cold blood, retreated to her room for several days.
Especially when she had run into said person in the hall.
It had been a trying experience, being here at the Keep.
But she'd found an outlet, a way to let herself go without a care. The music room was a place that she could lose herself and pretend that nothing was wrong.
Except there is someone else in there, playing something haunting and beautiful that calls to her.
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Especially when she had run into said person in the hall.
It had been a trying experience, being here at the Keep.
But she'd found an outlet, a way to let herself go without a care. The music room was a place that she could lose herself and pretend that nothing was wrong.
Except there is someone else in there, playing something haunting and beautiful that calls to her.
In silence she stays until the notes trail off.]
Bonita - that is beautiful, monsieur.