" Fiann! Did you want to come to the beach with me!? I'm going to try and collect shells. " Caboose scurried up to her and shouted that excitedly.
She was not a fearful person by nature - but their arrival had been unexpected. As she sat in her garden chair, sunken in its soft cushions, her fingers ran up and down the harp's strings, gently plucking at them. There was a faraway look on her face.
The melody she had chosen to play required her entire attention. And it wasn't too hard to focus. There were hardly any people out there. Even if there were, they were either neighbours, they were used to her sometimes playing music in her garden, or they did not mind her.
The shout tore a false chord from her fingers, then another, and they fell in her feet like murdered birds. Okay, first of all, how did...?
“Will you mind if I bring her along?” Fíann gently lifted her lyre harp.
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