To Waddlebuff- Thanks for reviewing and stuff! Here's a (second?) tribute to one of the awesome readers that was with me from the very beginning.

-Note- If a song is in Major, it means it utilizes certain notes that generally make a happy song. If a song is in Minor, it means it utilizes certain notes that generally make a sad song. Bit of Musical know-how you need for this chapter.

A large, expansive garden, blooming with flowers, shaded with trees. The sentient Armadillo known as Rammus liked it here. There was no one here poking him, no Heimerdinger jibber-jabbering, trying to teach him how to talk, only peace- just like his home, in the Kumungu Jungle-, and quiet.

No. Those thoughts had come automatically. It was not quiet. There was something... he just couldn't place it. Rammus roamed around, walking in ever-expanding spirals, wondering what that sound was.

It wasn't that he didn't like the sound. It was nice. Reminded him of home. He could slowly begin to make out specific notes, then heard the instrument. It sounded like a harp of some sort. Rammus moved closer to it.

Then, he came in sight of the player.

She was situated beneath a large tree, smiling as she sat in its shade. Her eyes were closed, lips upturned in a smile. Her hands delicately plucked the strings of the exquisite instrument perched on her lap. She was so bright- beautiful, serene face crowned by blue hair, tinged golden like the sun at the edges.

Rammus couldn't help but move closer to Sona, playing slowly now. Her lips had turned downwards a bit, as the song turned wistful. Rammus looked down, remembering his innocence, and the moment it had all been ripped away.

A last note lingered in the air. Rammus looked back up, seeing a tear leak its way out of Sona's left eye. He poked her. Sona's eyes shot open, looking left, right, up. They then went down, and settled upon the Armadillo sitting patiently in front of her.

Rammus, looking up, poked Sona again. Her mouth opened and closed, but no voice came out. A surprised, "Huh?" came out of his mouth. Suddenly, he heard a voice in his head. He'd had experiences like this before- all his summoners talked to him through voices in his head. But this- this was different. Where they had boomed and shouted, ordering, berating, authoritative, this voice was different. Sona's voice was... quiet. Timid. More, a question, than an order. Light, sweet, quiet, melodious- all mixed into one. All to ask one question: "c-can you hear me?".

"Yeah," came the response.

Can you say more? came the question.

Rammus shook his head.

Can you... think more? came another question.

Rammus shook his head again. See, Rammus couldn't understand English. Due to the magic running through his veins, he understood the meaning, but only in pictures, and therefore could only think as such. He had an idea.

Rammus's eyes narrowed in concentration. He created two pictures. On the left was Ryze, writing many words. On the right was himself, a lowly armadillo. In between was a non-equals sign. (=/=)

Sona's eyes lit up in comprehension. Instantly thinking out loud again, she thought, We aren't that different, I can't speak, you can't express your thoughts. In Rammus' mind, this manifested as him on the left with a little thought bubble, and Sona on the right with duct tape over her mouth, with an equals sign in the middle.

Rammus did not understand. In response, he sent back a simple question mark.

Ahh, Sona said, you don't know. I am mute- I cannot speak. In Rammus' mind, he saw first roots holding him back from a bookcase, symbolizing knowledge, and then he saw Sona with her mouth open, but with no sound coming out. He sent back a picture of recognition- Ryze smirking in understanding.

The two lay on the trunk of the tree, thinking. After a while, Sona turned over and asked, can we be friends? For Rammus, this looked like a picture of Annie hugging a rather sheepish Amumu, with Sona's face grafted onto Annie, and Rammus' head on top of Amumu. A quick, "ok" escaped Rammus' mouth. A large smile lit up Sona's face.

She took a deep breath, and began to play on her Etwahl.

The beginning of the song was tentative, but quickly turned sad. Melody, suddenly in the minor- always growing quieter, softer, hopelessness and melancholy apparent. Even Rammus, who saw a weeping girl, unable to speak, constantly ignored, all alone, was touched.

Then, one major chord. Then another. A halting, searching melody, of her powers of music, and her Etwahl. Her life had revolved around it, just like the song revolved around that melody. Her first concert, a massive blowout, a small crescendo showing the triumph.

Her music slowly built up, yet was missing something. Her chords were missing a tone, just as her life was missing something she desperately needed. Someone who could empathize with her, someone who'd known what she'd gone through- someone who was like her. There was a quiet moment of despair. The song slipped into minor briefly once more.

Then- one note. The line that was missing. It clashed with the minor chords, forcing a major sequence. The melody arrived, in full force, complete, strong, powerful, yet filled with grace and serenity. That person had arrived- she was complete, just like her melody. It abruptly stopped, Sona looking at Rammus with a raised eyebrow.

He saw this as a crossroads in his mind- two roads, both leading far into the distance. The rather short Armadillo strained to reach up, and just reached one of the strings. His left paw plucked. The note ran strong and true- just the right note to continue the now triumphant crescendo.

The pair sat under the tree as the sun slowly set, Sona playing, the gentle, beautiful waves of music massaging both of them.

For Rammus, this manifested as him, attempting to wear armor, but missing a breastplate. But, he'd found one, with an Etwahl etched onto it. His suit of armor was complete. Just like his life.

For Sona, this manifested in her music- whole, strong, yet gentle and charming at the same time. That low line of notes completed the melody of the song, finishing the musical masterpiece- just like the Sentient Armadillo had filled the gaping hole in her life.

They both sat satisfied under the tree, Rammus occasionally reaching up to pluck a string, sharing smiles and understanding.

Despite their language, the pair had found someone to understand and love them for who they were-

In each other.