indentThe sudden sound of cawing shooting through the lands had been the very first thing to catch her attention. It was likely that someone was trying to catch the bird, as idiotic as that usually was, she decided as she rolled over to her stomach, staring across at the exit into the hallways of the main den. Eventually the sound died off into nothing more than the flapping of wings, which she could clearly hear as it carried through the tunnels. Phasma almost grinned at the fact that the bird had gotten away and, for a short moment, she was curious who'd been after it.
indentPushing her hands against the floor, the raven woman brought herself to stand, dusting herself off for a short moments before finally starting her way out of her room inside the den. The hallways had become easy to navigate in her short time as a member of Jaded Shadows and she was not surprised when she soon found herself in the main area. What did surprise her, though, was the sudden sound that drifted in from the outside. It was something that she'd heard before, long ago. An instrument. Phasma wouldn't have been able to name exactly what it was but she knew well enough that they were used to make music.
indentGrabbing her blanket, which was thrown to the side of the entrance, Phasma wrapped it around herself and stepped out into the cool air. It took her only a few short moments to spot the wolf and the instrument and, for only a short while, she stood and watched. "What is it called?" She asked finally, slate eyes wandering across the form of the wolf and the instrument that he held, curious. L'vair had been the last to play her music and it had been ages since she'd seen him.
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