A/N: In which we are reminded that Amoretta is, in fact, a blonde...
~X X X~
Amoretta Virgine set the empty wineglass down on the dining-room table and regarded it thoughtfully. After a moment's consideration, the homunculus took a deep breath, then began to sing, lifting her voice in the closing aria from Moonlight.
She was going to perform the role at the City Theater beginning next week, but this was not practice. In truth, she didn't need to practice. As an alchemical life form built up around the spirit of an angel, her voice was always flawless without the need for exercises or other work, and always produced the sounds she requested of it. She did routinely require coaching in what parts of a song to emphasize or what mood the director wanted to evoke in a particular production, but these were stylistic choices to be worked on with the company's music director, not at home in her living room. Likewise, while her voice may have been perfect, her acting most definitely was not, but again that was something to be practiced at the theater, with guidance, not alone at home.
Her voice soared as she sang the exquisite lament. It was actually one of her favorite pieces of music, for it was the song of the Moon Fairy as the human hero of the opera elects at the last to remain in the mortal world and with the village girl Meg. Being inhuman herself, she could easily sympathize with the loss and pain of the character as she pours out her broken heart. It made her very grateful to have her Lillet.
The song went on, building towards its climax. In the hall outside, more than once a servant stopped to listen to the music. The room actually had fairly good acoustics, and Amoretta's voice built and built, until...
There was a sharp ringing sound.
"Amoretta!"
Amoretta looked up as Lillet Blan rushed into the room.
"Amoretta, what are you doing?"
"I've heard that if a singer's voice is good enough, the high notes at the climax of 'Return to the Night' can shatter glass. I wanted to try it and see if it was a legend." She looked at the crack now running up the side of the wine-glass. "I think it's kind of exciting that it's true!"
Lillet sighed.
"Amoretta, I love you, but sometimes..."
"What is it?"
"You're a homunculus, remember? Your life is contained in your flask."
"I know that."
"Well, I don't think you should play around with resonance frequencies in the house when your life depends on keeping something made of glass from breaking!"
~X X X~
A/N: Hopefully, the readers will ignore the physics issues in favor of chuckling!