When Jordyn talked about her ocarina, she say a confused look appear on the coyote's face, and she wasn't surprised. Most people weren't familiar with the instrument, which she didn't mind. Jordyn never threw away the opportunity to teach someone something new.
Jordyn suppressed a giggle when Fleta asked if the ocarina could dance. She tried to hide the smile as best as she could, but there was no way for her to tell how obvious it looked to the coyote, and she hoped if it was obvious that she wouldn't be offended. She watched as the coyote stalked up her arm that was tucked into her back. The collie removed her hand from her bag while gripping the ocarina in her hand. It was a dark brown color with veins from the tree it was made from. Every time Jordyn would blow air through the admirable instrument she felt unique and and powerful, because she knew that it was what she was meant to do.
It was an honer to her to show the instrument. She replied to the coyote in a kind way, as to not joke with her. "No it does not dance, it plays music. Watch." Jordyn blew into the ocarina, playing a C major scale. "See?" She looked at the coyote with pride while she waited for her reaction.
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