<div class="floatleft">(http://i1358.photobucket.com/albums/q774/anniemaccloud/Random%20pictures/__selphy_rune_factory_and_rune_factory_frontier_drawn_by_hijiri_resetter__2d9fa68d57b3af60b1e4332cbf9187e3_zpspvtaurbs.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"> Marie "Hattie" / Ellen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141082.msg6326370#msg6326370)</span><br/><br/><br/><strong> Sheet:</strong>http://sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/17925 (http://sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/17925)<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Ellen had a bad time trying to understand her whispers. Even with her white big ears raised, she couldn't hear Orianna that well. Why all the sluaghs needed to talk like that? Nevertheless, the bunny girl was delighted by how receptive she was. Ellen could already tell that they would be great friends.<strong>"Hmm, a cello, right? From all the classical instruments, this is one that I like best! I always wanted to play one of these, however I never had a teacher. But I'm sure you'll help me with that, Ori. Can I call you Ori? Please? My name is Hattie, by the way, but you can call me Ellen"</strong>, she said with a bright smile on her face, trying to not sound too intrusive.<br/><br/><strong>"You won't regret teaching me, Ori. A satyr tried to teach me how to play a flute once. I was learning prettily-pretty well, I dare to say. But when I asked him about the Pan's Harmonic System based in nine notes, he just... how can I put in words... He just freaked out. Now I know only professional musicians are able to know about this theory, so I promise you that I won't ask about this."</strong>Ellen was pretty excited. A fine good day, nice people to chat, a big event coming soon... what more she could ask for?<br/><br/>Then, another pooka, a rat-like one, appeared and compared Orianna to some random dude. How dare him? The girl said nothing, since her higher education didn't allowed her to give a proper response to him, but Ellen wouldn't let that go off so easily.<strong>"Hey, Mickey, you're kidding, right? You can't compare my new best friend with that crappily-crappy beatbox singer, ok? She's one million and ten thousands times better than him, I'm sure! She makes glamour-stuffed music, I tell you!"</strong><br/><br/>The rat-pooka was just joking, it seemed. As expected from a pooka. Ellen could never understand them. Why that fondness for pranks and lying and driving people insane? Oh, well... The rabbit girl took her precious umbrella and her bag. Some smart one could steal them and Ellen didn't want that trouble. Hearing Paul's plans, she asked:<strong>"So, you know magic tricks too? Well, I suppose we can trade our best tricks, then. What do you think, Mickey, I mean, Paul?"</strong><br/>