After the trip to Ambrosia, Elaine was happy enough that she didn't have to do much else. Descole was focused on trying to figure out the seal so with him occupied with that, Elaine could at least pretend she was comfortable in the house and that her life was still normal. Not bound to her room currently, she was able leave and walk around a bit. Even if she couldn't actually go outside.

However while Descole was usually in his study he did often occupy the library as well, and Elaine found it better to pretend everything was alright keeping some form of distance from him so Elaine usually spent her days reading in the parlor. Doing some light reading or pretending to read as she thought to herself of any possible plans. Ambrosia could be a possible escape for her if she was careful with her planning. Maybe some time during the night she could steal a boat? Granted she's never driven one before (if that was the right word to use for a boat), but she certainly couldn't just swim from an island to the mainland!

It felt late, but Elaine kept reading on. Just one more page and then bed. That was what she told herself. But maybe she should go now. There was a moment where she caught herself reading the same line again and again. And again and again. And again and again...

Did the Azrans really create an elixer to give immortality? That thought eventually came to Elaine's mind. It seemed far fetched in her opinion. After all, grim as it was, death was a necessity. It kept the world from becoming over populated. And who would want to live forever? It seemed more of a curse if anything. Living on, never dying. All friends and family dying and you never being able to see them again. While not the most religious of people, Elaine still believed in an afterlife. And with that thought in mind, an even more morbid one came to her.

If Descole never let her go, was the afterlife the only place she would be reunited with her family?

Ping. Ping-Ping.

Elaine's eyes shot open as she awoke with a start. When did she fall asleep? She didn't think she was so tired that she would actually fall asleep. But what woke her up.

"Oh. So you're awake?" Elaine looked to the other side of the room where the piano was. Descole sat at it, sheet music up for him to read. That answered a question that had been drifting in Elaine's mind. Did Descole know how to play piano, or was the thing just for show?

"You woke me up." Elaine muttered, sitting up in the chair more as she had been slouching in it while sleeping. "I didn't realise you would decide to spontaneously play tonight."

"Well it isn't for pleasure at this time, but work." Elaine looked to the piano as she tried to think this through. The poem had mentioned two songs. Well, two as far as Descole knew. So music had to be involved. But Descole couldn't have had the sheet music, could he? Not in such a short time.

"And, 'ow exactly could playing the piano...?"

Descole took a photo that had been resting next to the sheet music up and held it up. Elaine stood up and walked over and looked at the photo of the seal.

"Er..."

"Hawthorne, what does the top of the seal look like to you?" Elaine took the photo into her own hand to take a closer look, tilting her head to the side to see the shapes she was possibly meant to see.

"Um... Shooting stars? In a, crescent moon shape? But, what does that have to do with-."

"Are you familiar with musical theory?" Descole interrupted, and Elaine shuck her head.

"'Onestly, non." Elaine admitted. "I never 'ad the patience to learn notes and keys and such."

"Yet you manage to retain patience for archaeology?"

"It's different!" Elaine countered quickly. Whether he cared or not, Descole didn't show. But he got to the point he was trying to make.

"Well, if you were familiar with such, you would know that those 'stars' are actually music notes. Notes for the Song of the Stars." Elaine looked back to the photo. Now that she thought of it, the streaks did look like a music stave, only curved downwards at either ends.

"And... Song of the Sea is 'ere too?" Elaine asked, as she noticed other markings that could be musical notes.

"Yes." Descole actually sounded a bit excited as he went on. "I thought it over, and I believe that both songs have be played to make Ambrosia rise! I'll need to design something to play as if it is an entire symphony, and I'll need someone to sing the Song of the Sea. But Ambrosia, will rise and be mine!" Elaine was wondering if this was how he acted a little before he came to Misthallery.

"And you Hawthorne, have the honour of being the first person to hear the Song of the Stars since it was forgotten by the ages." Elaine was a bit taken back by this. It actually sounded like Descole was doing something nice for her in a way.

"Wouldn't you be hearing it too though?"

"Obviously." Descole scoffed. "But I'll be the first the play it."

"I see. Well... Let's 'ear it then." Elaine said as she went to a seat closer to the piano to listen. Descole gave a small smile, before placing his fingers to the keys and began playing.

While the song was not long, it was still wonderful to hear. To appreciate. The high points of the music seemed to call up directly to the heavens, to the actual stars of the song's namesake. Perhaps the song was written in such a way to actually communicate to the Queen. To say how much her people adored her and wished her back in full health. But it was peaceful too. Something she found could ease a troubled mind. A mind like her's in a way.

Elaine was almost startled when the song came to it's end. Disappointed even. But out of politeness she gave a small clap, letting a tiny smile of her own slip on.

"Il était beau." Elaine murmured. Descole gave a small chuckle.

"Indeed." He mused. "I just have to find someone to sing Song of the Sea. That one person."

It was funny. Descole seemed... Happy. Pleased. Content. And not in ways that made Elaine want to spit on him. He actually seemed human. Human as her. Human as anyone. He was still just a man with ambitions. Dark ambitions in his hands but ambitions and dreams none the less. The room felt strangely peaceful. Very peaceful.

There are moments where suddenly things just come to mind. Things you're not proud of. That make you feel ill. Elaine had that moment when Song of the Sun came to mind. But it went away soon enough.

"Could... Could I 'ear it again?" Elaine asked. She wasn't going to get her hopes up in case he said no. But surprisingly, Descole nodded with another smile and repeated. Elaine smiled herself and closed her eyes and let the music wash over her.

Hopefully, it would drag away that sudden feeling of guilt in her stomach.

So I was browsing YouTube, and I found this piece that I think would be a perfect theme for Elaine. Tell me what you think if you want to :)

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