It was a quiet night in Nox, and Ale was at her piano, tuning it. Now the process was not all that exciting, more tedious than anything.
But there she sat, with various tools spread around her, one actually on the strings inside, pressing the key. The sound was heard, an inked arm reaches into the piano, moving the hammer slightly, then pressing the same note.
The Savage was pretty casual in black pants and a green colored tank top. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail and her focus was on the piano. Beside her, sat Cain, ever alert and watching the room. The muscles of his body tense, ready to tear out the throat of a threat. A book sat on the bench beside her, a bookmark sticking out.
The note still wasn’t hitting right, in frustration, “Gabriel!” growls the Prince, “Portami gli alti muti!” her hand still inside the piano. She let this skill get too rusty and it was showing with how much trouble she was having.