Aya ripped a high note of almost agonizing passion from her violin before leaning back against Faleemazar. It had been too long since she'd played, she missed her music, her instrument. Her vivid lilac eyes drifted shut as she relaxed with the corrupted black dragon, letting her song ebb and flow in tempo and rhythm, rising and falling like the tide. She was playing in 7:4 time with a tune so blissfully chaotic it could bring a duergar to tears, the elf's lithe frame relaxing, her mind starting to slip into a nearly meditative state... she needed rest....<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>