        Lyra was rapidly scribbling notes as he sounded out his alphabet.  She struggled with the first few letters, before pausing at the sixth.  She had been taking very incomprehensible notes in unicorn, when it suddenly hit her to think of the noises as music.  While it was true that she normally played, she had taken a few choral classes at the conservatory, and she’d sang in more languages than she cared to think about, even performing a piece in Draconic once.  With that mindset, she began to add musical notation to all the letters as he spoke them, remembering that she had to pitch up two octaves to hit the center of her normal vocal range.  It was the kind of thing that no doubt would make a linguist cringe, but she was here and they weren’t.