The Etwhal's strings played a soft, soothing melody that rippled through the empty house. Sona strummed and plucked the strings, eyes closed, as her song spun a story for any nearby to hear. It was a content story, if not a bit sad; a family of allies, a strong enemy, and a forbidden friend. The light melody danced amongst the clouds, leaving a few notes to fall with the inevitable rain. And even as the rain helps the world to grow, so the song ended with hope. Hope of peace, hope of life, and hope of happiness.

She sighed contently as the song ended, head resting against the back of her chair. The day was peaceful with no challenges for her in the League. Taking a few moments alone to play was something she loved to do every now and then. Yes, she enjoyed playing for crowds and audiences, but playing simply for oneself was a much simpler kind of rewarding.

She felt his presence long before he said anything; she'd felt it appear about halfway through the song. She turned and smiled at the silent man sitting across the room from her.

"Lady Sona, your music is as beautiful and enchanting as ever," he said, his voice soft and comforting. She rolled her eyes at the honorific, smile growing. Talon never failed to make her smile. She tilted her head, giving him an expectant look.

"What? Do you expect treats every time I visit?" he asked lightly, arching an eyebrow. The hood was down around his shoulders and his face was warm. Sona nodded enthusiastically, causing the assassin to laugh. "Very well, I suppose you are not wrong." He slowly withdrew a small package from his pack, Morgana's Sinful Succulence insignia visible on the front. Sona quickly unwrapped it and took a bite of one of the pastries, eyes lighting up. She loved the Noxin treats.

"No wonder you were so happy to see me," Talon teased ruefully, earning him a light smack on the arm. Chuckling slightly, he sat beside her as she ate. "This may be the last time I visit you for a while," he said more seriously. At the woman's questioning look, he continued.

"I'm afraid Swain has grown tired of my attempts to find Marcus. He has arrested Katarina and is threatening to execute her for treason on my account. Lady Cassiopeia has intervened for now, but I am unsure how long she can delay the General. Luxanna has agreed to try and involve the League, if possible, but still…" his voice trailed off as he stared ahead. Sona watched him, worry plain on her face as he spoke.

"This mission I take may very well kill me. There is no guarantee I will survive Swain even if I am successful. But either way, it will be a long time before I may be able to visit again." As he finished, he turned to look at the musician.

Tears threatened Sona's eyes at the man's words, but she blinked them back and smiled softly. Grabbing his hand, she placed it against her chest over her heart, reciprocating the action on him. Talon stared at her for a moment, then smiled warmly. "Of course I will remember you, Sona. And I know you will me," he said.

They stood, facing each other. Talon's head dropped first. "I must be on my way; speed is my only ally. Until we meet again, Lady Sona," he added, glancing at her and smirking slightly. Sona smiled back, then leaned forward and kissed him softly on the cheek.

Until we meet again, my friend.

Even without speaking, she knew he understood what she wanted to say.

And then he was gone. And the house was filled with the mournful tones of the Etwhal's lament once more.


Headcanon: While not in a relationship of any kind, Talon and Sona are very close. Talon refuses himself any feelings for Sona, however, due to the darkness inside of him. He cannot believe that he is good for her, and so will refrain. Sona understands and tempers her own emotions towards the man, whatever they may be.j

Katarina knows of their friendship. She is happy that Talon has someone else he can be close to.