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She's playing piano when she is first introduced to you, the reader. But then again, when is she not playing the piano? It is a very lovely piano that she is playing, too. The grand piano in the foyer, not the smaller one in her room. The black, glossy one she loves so it is a small plaque with her name engraved on it.
Lyrika Cyrada.
Well, that seems kind of important. Best remember that for next time, huh? Let's take a peek around the room...
The foyer is a great mess. In the centre of it is the piano and a bench that she sits on, red coattails hanging off the edge of her seat Crumpled sheets of paper are strewn across the stone floor, along with a few intact ones covered in music notes. These may have fallen and will be replaced, or have been thrown in a flurry whilst she was in one of her self-doubting moods.
There are shelves crammed with books lining the four walls around her, making a small room smaller. It is hard, being a lowblood, as you do not get that much living space. Especially one like her, who has many things to fit in a small space.
Her lusus saunters in from her room. Volrosso is his name. He is a white, four tailed fox creature with four rust red eyes. Rust red eyes the colour of her blood. And, he enjoys music.
He has cared for her ever since she was a Wriggler, watching her become the troll she is now. And here she is now, in the midst of completing her fourth symphony. Won't be long now, until she is completed, not if she keeps working at the pace she is now.
Her caring lusus hops up onto the polished black bench beside her, nuzzling his face into her side. Alas, she is too focused on her work to pay any proper attention to him though! Still focused on the page in front of her, navigating the keys with just one hand, she reaches with the other to scratch him behind the ear. His fur is silky, and the attention sends him into a bout of that weird purring thing he does, all his tails thrashing wildly.
She stops playing for a moment and tucks a loose strand of ebony hair back behind her ear, retrieving the quill she has tucked back there also. She dipped the nib in ink and scrawled a few more notes on the page she was working on. "Seem good to you?" She asked her parent, who of course does not respond. He is a fox, he cannot respond.
Volrosso hops up on the keys, making a loud, unnecessary sound, and sniffs the candy red ink, smudging it slightly with his nose. "No, no I think... you are correct it... could be better, yeah..." She squints and leans forward, carefully considering each note on the page.
"... I'll put this here..." She shifts the paper about, switching to a new one, copying all the previous notes from the other page and making the change. "Is is better now...?"
Volrosso sprang from his perch, trotting across the floor to the door to her room. She did not join him. It was only day three, and she always worked four days straight, driving off her exhaustion with pure willpower only.
Well, she usually retired if there was a knock on the door. Because people around here knocked quite loudly. She would take Volrosso into her room with her and shove the piano against the door. Nobody had forced entry yet, which surprised her, but she figured this was a good thing.
But nobody had come to call recently, so she had been allowed to enjoy her peace and compose her music.
And that was all she asked for.
She sighed and returned her entire focus to the music in front of her, starting the complex piece from the top.