WC: 1359 Apologies for the rambling XD Private for Silvano Set on the 3rd of August.

The moon stretched across the sky in a cat like grin hanging in the night sky. It's waning crescent showing that soon there would be a new moon and for just a few days the night would be a lot darker than it had been, there would be no bright cool light eminating from the sky as the moon reflected the sun's rays back onto the sleeping lands. A few clouds drifted lazily across the inky velvet canvass, catching the small rays from the small moon, shining silver as they glimmered in it's light. The stars were already out, a thick blanket of them covering the sky, the darkness making them all the more visable, all the brighter against the black night. The breeze was soft and gentle, blowing through the lands and rustling the leaves of the tall trees that surrounded the manor. Tonight in the dim light the Manor looked imposing, a great shadow cast across the land, rising into the sky much higher than any wolf dared to climb. It towered over all that surrounded it, a large protector, a haven for the wolves who chose to seek sleep there, a safe place against the night and anything that might be lurking in it. This is what the ebony fae thought as she sat upon a rock outside it, flute in hand, trilling a quiet tune to herself. She was practising, it was not often that the fae managed to find some time to herself simply to practice, she enjoyed it greatly, but she had not had the time for it since coming back to the lands, not really. So now in the quiet of the night her deft fingers moved along the length of the long silver instrument, she blew into the hollow tube, forcing a soft tune to emit from it. She had been playing for years and was rather proud of herself, she was getting rather good if she did say so herself, the only problem was that she was running out of tunes to reherse, and although she could easily make up a melody as the mood suited her, she wanted to learn more human tunes, she had always been fascinated by them, she liked that the strange furless creatures that had once tried to dominate the lands had had moments of beauty and creativity, despite their destructive natures. She wanted to learn more from them, to play tunes that had been penned by a hand that was now long since dead.

And so Soran had risen from her seat, taking the flute apart quickly, dissasembling it back into it's smaller pieces, giving them a gentle clean with the cloth she kept just for such occasions. With care she placed each piece back into the leather satchel that hung by her side, making sure that they lay together neatly and were not at risk of being damaged by rubbing together or being knocked. With this the ebony fae walked towards the house, crossing the distance between herself and the large building quickly, climbing the porch steps swiftly and silently, crossing the wooden floor she reached the main front door, grasping the handle with long ebony fingers she turned it gently, trying to be as quiet as she could be, having taken great care to move far enough away from the house that no-one would be awoken by her playing she did not want to awaken them all now by crashing in through the front door. She gave the door a gently push and entered into the darkness of the house, closing the door firmly behind her, not wanting to allow any unwanted house guests to see the door as an open invitation. It took just moments for her emerald eyes to adjust to the lighting change, she smiled as she looked around the hallway, this was her home, she was back where she belonged, Mati slept not far from here, as did old friends, she felt like things were beginning to fall back into place for her. She walked along the long hallway, looking momentarily up the stairs, resolving to go and have a little explore up there another day, so much had changed since she had last lived in this house, she wondered what changes had been made upstairs. Soran was also curious to know who lived up there now, who had taken up residence in old sleeping quarters. The ebony fae remembered when the manor had been occupied by a very few, by the Twilight Vale wolves, but soon the pack metamorphosised into Crimson Dreams, and the numbers only seemed to be growing since then. She was pleased for the pack, Savina was a good and kind leader, as was Anu, she considered the pair friends, although they had not been well known to her when she was here before, but she trusted them both, their judgement and leadership, they had seen fit to throw Naniko out of the pack, knowing what she now knew about her pale daughter she did not blame them, but it was clear the descision had been difficult for them to make, which showed they had a great deal of feeling within them both, this was a trait Soran trusted, she could not trust leaders who did not seem to care who came and went from their packs.

Soon the ebony lady reached her destination, she pushed the door open carefully, leaving it ajar. The dark lady stepped into the room and took a deep breath, relishing the scent of the old books that lined the bookshelves around her, she smiled, this truley was home for her, the ebony fae had a passion for reading that none of her other passions came close to matching, asides from her love for her family and her former pale mates, but that was a different subject she supposed. The fae smiled and began feeling around in the dim light, soon she found what she was looking for, a candle, resting upon one of the shelves, taking a pack of matches from her leather satchel she struck one, lighting the candle and beginning to go around the room lighting the others. The room actually had many candles dotted around the place, on the desk and on the shelves, some on small tables that simply had been placed in the room. The ebony fae went around lighting most of them carefully, needing the light to find what she was looking for in the gloomy room. Soon she had managed to fill the spacious library with an ambient glow, enough light to read by if needs be, albeit a flickering kind of light that only candles could provide. Emerald eyes glanced around the room and she smiled, proud of her handiwork, yes, this was just enough light to work by. So Soran began her search, going to the first set of shelves she came to she began to scan the bound spines of the books, hunting for a book of music. Soft fingertips brushed gently against the spines as she ran her hand from left to right, scanning author names and titles, the thick books were bound in all sorts of colours on this shelf, they were heavy tomes, information books, bound in blues and reds, some were a deep green, most seemed to have their writing in bright gold font. They would be heavy, for a moment the dark fae was exceptionally glad that she lived here now, that she was scanning the library in her home and not somewhere in one of the abandoned human areas, she could imagine it being very difficult to carry such heavy books back with her to her room if she had to travel a great distance, at least from here it was only a short walk down the hall. Entirely focused on the task in hand she scanned the tomes, looking for something, anything on music, the ebony fae had taught herself to read sheet music from books she had found in the old lands, so even something that was designed for another instrument could be converted for her flute she was sure.