Its all connected, kinda like cursive. The ink, or whatever it is, shimmers lightly, reminiscent of some sort of crystal in the geometric way it shines.

she nods. " i think that will be fine. "

Nobody bothered looking at it for too long


Leanansidhe smiled. Rising gracefully, she floated over to the baby grand in the corner and sat at the bench, running her fingers over the keys. "Your father is right here, darling. After you left, Im afraid your father became inconsolable. He kept trying to leave the manor, so Im afraid I had to put an end to those silly notions of escape."

Well, its definitely not like how seelie write. Which means that theres most likely some interesting things about it, its just they dont like him and arent bothering to consider that part. But, that doesnt matter to him. He just neatly folds the paper-like thing, puts it in some sort of satchel thing, and heads back to his room.

" so...you turned him into a piano? "

Right. If he wasn't a siren, they would've paid more attention. There were very few in the library at the time, anyway.

"Oh, dont fret, darling." Leanansidhe stroked a nail over the keys, releasing a mournful, shivery note. "Its not permanent. However, you will have to take him out of the Between to change him back. The spell dictates that as long as he stays here, he remains as he is. But look at it this way, darling--at least I didnt turn him into a pipe organ. Now," she said, rising with a catlike stretch, "I simply insist you join me for dinner, darlings. Cook is making hippocampus soup tonight, and Im dying to hear how you got the scepter back from Virus. And of course, your little declaration in front of Mab and Oberon and the entirety of the courts."

For a long while, nothing but silence from his room. Then an odd smell begins coming from his room, and they can faintly hear him... singing? Why is he singing? Hes doing it quietly, so its clearly not intended for the seelie.

she stares at the piano. "...sure, i guess. "

It was still pretty suspicious to those who pass by...if they could remember what they were thinking about.



"Hes not going anywhere." Leanansidhe waved her hand airily. "Now, come with me, dove. Dinner first, maybe a little gossip, and then you can run off if you like. I believe Puck and Grimalkin are already in the dining hall."