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Silence wrapped slender arms around the young Lykoi and pulled her along into a realm where anything but the quiet was unnecessary, a realm into which she slipped with ease, while she walked beside her aunt. Of course, she knew very little about Corona, and didn't know she had really been anywhere important, but had it been brought up she probably wouldn't have liked the idea of going overseas. The thought of going far from Inferni, anywhere where she would be at least a day from home, was terrifying enough to keep her feet firmly planted there, let alone if she got on a boat and went hundreds of miles away.
She couldn't imagine finding bows in a place like the mansion. On a few occasions before she had stupidly made the journey to Dahlia, she had wandered around the place a little bit, but hadn't strayed far from the main passages where she could find her way out. Even by stepping in, it was clearly a maze of wood and metal, and she certainly didn't want to find herself in the belly of a beast created by man. Ever. She had to put some faith in her aunt, however, and did; the mention of the piano woke her from her shadow-coated stillness. Her ears moved up at the question, and a broad little smile — broad, but only in description, because it would have been small for pre-Andre Talitha — and she felt the tug that told her to bound ahead into the mansion.
She resisted; it was quite easy compared to how it once would have been. Do you know how? Even if she didn't, it didn't matter much; she'd love to press the keys of such a majestic instrument, even just once.