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The sun was high in the sky but Jazper was feeling on egde. His parents where back together, almost btu in a different pack. how had they gone from being a family in Twilight Vale to the hree seperating to Duece and Lucifer taking residence in Phionex Valley while Jazz stuck around Crimson Dreams? He knew the answer, he always had. Deuce was independent, Lucifer was untameable, and Jazper was adopted. The only thing that kept them together was thier love for eachother and as Jazper grew he realized his fathers flaws and didn't feel he had anyone to impress anymore. He had grown into his own and he wasn't Lucifer or his real father Ares. He was simply Jazper Rhiannon-Knight. He had six parents in his life and he wans't any of them as he had thought he'd be. Sure he had learned compassion form his real mother Taka Angel, determination form his real father Ares Knight, forgivness from Pilot Hadden, love from Dierdre Rhiannon, reading, writing and a sense of belonging to a family from Deuce Rhiannon, and finally hunting, fighting and how to be confident in yourself from Lucifer Sawtoothson. It was through his many parents he had become who he was, himself.


His mind had been turning since his talk with his parents. With a sigh he opened one of the two large doors leading to the libary. This was his quite place, where he could think, play piano, write, and read. He had cleaned it up to perfection since they moved here form the old lands. His ears perked up at a womens voice, unfamiliar. A growl started in his throat as he noticed a giggling grey wolfess in his library. A quick sniff subsided his growl to a grumble, the stranger had obviously been here for a few days. His gold eyes regarded her as he stood tall, exposing his abnormal large size. He wasn't someone you would wish to fight standing at atleast 8"3 he was massive and broad. A warrior. "Hello?" It was a question not a simple greeting. Who was this girl, when did she arrive and how come she was in his library?

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As the wolfess stood he almost laughed. Why bother getting defensive when everyone was always so small in this pack? He stood still, watching and taking in every move she made. It wasn't that he was trying to be rude he was just not use to anyone from the pack being in the library except maybe a visit in the evenings from Haven or Garnet. Let alone, having someone he didnt' know in the library reading. As she aproched he almost chuckled aloud as she sized him up. Then, finaly, the explination came. Her hard hello followed by a bright smile broke the coal male. His signature smile cracked his muzzle open into a wide grin as he relaxed his previoiusly stiff body.


Jazper's ears and tail lowered from thier high positions as he took in her story. " Please, excuse my rudeness," He sighed, "
I wasn't expecting to find anyone here. You see, I'm the only wolf in this pack that can read so I pretty much always have the library to myself. You should have seen the mess it was before I cleaned it up, took a fair amount of time." He explained, his scottish tones decorating his words. "I'm Jazper Rhiannon-Knight. Friends call me Jazz. I'm the Leutenant of Crimson Dreams. It's a pleasure to meet you Miss.Stockholm. Of course, it'll be strange to share the library..." He trailed off as he exstended a hand in greeting and glanced over to his grand piano. "If I may make a request though, not to be rude but the piano was very hard to fix up and I still have to keep working on it, though it's starting to sound amazing, if you wish to use a piano may I suggest one of the many others. If you play I wouldn't mind cleaning one up for you and moving it here or to your room if you wish."

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His large body sunk even more as the she-wolf spoke. She seemed to be a very sweet girl. Well educated but the sounds of it. As Geneva spoke complimenting the library his pride grew. This library was his work of art and it was just that. He had spent half a year fixing it up. "Why thank you. I go out to Halifax atlest once a month and bring back a stack of new books from stores and houses. You'll fine everything's in alphabetical order and there'll always be something new to read."


She was a smaller wolfess. Not very strong looking at all and he was sure most wolves could probably take her down. As she spoke he nodded and smiled away. "Haha, Geveva it is then. Jazper's fine naturally and yes it's sweet to have someone else to have in the library, my mother Deuce lives in Pheonix Valley now she taught me to read and write. I'm sure you're going to make an amazing addition to Crimson Dreams!" He wasn't surprised to hear she did not play and he hurried her twoards the piano with her curiousity. Quickly he sat down on the bench and patted the spot beside him. Streching out his arms and with a goofy grin his hands started to move across the keys.

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The wolfess's child like scamper amused Jazz. It was like watching a child on her first day out of the den. As he played he watched her with his golden eyes smiling at her awe. One thing he loved above all else was making his packmates happy and music seemed ot be one of those pleasures. As she spoke he slowed to a stop and looked at her with a sideways grin. "Music does that to wolves you know. It's like music is part of our animal instinct. I showed one of Naniko's boys, Hevan how to play a bit. He's going to turn into one heck of a wolf when he's older..." He trailed off as he began to stand motioning to her to follow him to the back of the library.


As he walked he motioned around listing off the types of books she could find in all sections until he stopped. Infront of them was a large class case. It was more of a desk with a glass top and with in it lay an orange tinted violin. He brought his paw to a drawer and pulled out a small silver key. Inserting the key into the small lock that kept the glass locked to the corner of the wooden desk, he slid the the glass open and carefully raised the violin with one hand while closing and locking up the desk once more with the other. "I collect instruments you see. I was playing this the day I first saw my girl Garnet." He explained softly as he began playing on the string instrument gently and lovingly.

I suck. I am sorry! But I am sooo ready to get back on track!

"Haven's already one hell of a kid," Geneva said, smiling at the thought of the young orange pup. She had enjoyed spending time with him. And she was sure that before she knew it he'd grow from a youth into a young man. She couldn't wait to see how he'd grow. She was happy for the chance to be part of his life. "It wouldn't surprise me that he's already showing aptitude and talent for music. He seems to be very creative."

She followed Jazz silently, careful to strain to listen to any sort of music the interesting male would produce. She had never really heard very much music all at once, so this was a unique treat for her. She smiled at the way he handled the stringed instrument, and she found that the sound this one produced was her favorite. Garnet. She mouthed the word. It was a beautiful name, probably for a beautiful girl. "You collect instruments?" she asked suddenly. She turned her attention to her satchel, which hung off her shoulder. She sneezed lightly as she rummaged in it before producing a tarnished, dented metallic rectangle. "This was my dad's," she said. "He used to make the prettiest music with it...although I never really figured out how it worked." She smiled ruefully before bringing the harmonica to her lips and blowing in it lightly. Shaky, squeaky notes emerged, eerie and out of tune.

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Jazper nodded happily and he held the violin, "Haven is quite the kid. I hope on day that Garnet and I will have a pup with half his energy and ambition. He really jsut picked up on the piano. I told him someday i'd take him out to Halifax for some guy time. I know it's not my place to interfear but the boy needs a male in his life you know. anu and Naniko are brilliant parents but I just think the boys need some guy time. Of course i'll have to talk to Naniko first and get permission." Jazz always wanted a fmaily and right now Nani and Anu's pups were the closest he had to having a pup of his own.


At Geneva's quetion his ears perked. Watching with golden eyes as she went searching threw a bag of sorts and pulled out a harmonica. A wide smile spread across his muzzle and he stood up in attentioin as she brought the rectangle to her mouth. At the poor excuses for notes he brought his hand to his lips to cover a laugh. Quickly, he motioned for her to pass him the musical instrument, "If I may, it's called a harmonica. I don't have one of my own but, I do know a thing or two about it." He moved her hands to a comfortable position on the sides and cupped around the back. Pointing at the small squares he spoke again, "Each square is one tone. The goal is to only blow into one at a time for a pure sound or two or three for an....edgy sound. I think you should try and blow in an 'oo' sound as you blow."

It warmed Geneva to hear the way Jazz talked about Haven. She imagined she sounded the same when she spoke of the pumpkin colored boy. The fondness in his voice was evident. He certainly was an extraordinary child, so full of spirit. She was glad there was such a support system Nani and Anu's puppies would grow up with all the love and guidance they could ever need.

Her mouth opened in a little 'o' as Jazper investigated her father's musical instrument. She mouthed the word "harmonica" silently, filing it away. When her father had played, it had certainly been harmonious. She took the harmonica the way he instructed and blew hesitantly into a small square. A much more pleasant sound emerged, although it was still somewhat shaky.
"I don't think I'm suited for music," she laughed.

She looked down at the shiny object. It brought back a rush of cloudy, happy memories. "You know, Jazper, if you don't have one yet...I want you to have it." She held it out to him. "I know it isn't the best specimen of a harmonica, but it does actually sound beautiful when you know how to play it. It needs to be played."