silver bird

"Confidence is key, Crys. Whether or not I play, your line is your own."

Crys's tone isn't the issue - it's crystal clear even on the rudimentary flute Shulk had machined (with young Nikol's "help"). A can hardly believe human ears when it sounds.

No, the problem is that Crys is far too reserved to let that tone ring out. A certainly understands reservation. But this? How can one help but share?

So they try again...again...again, until A's lute quietly drops out.

"Good?" Crys ventures, both kinds of breathless.

Now, a smile only a parent's pride could bring. "Phenomenal."