The Best DayAfter long hours of transferring the sheet music to smaller paper pieces that she could carry around, Pi had finally mastered the song. The strange instrument she and Pawpa had worked on with the help of Ispen and James sat in her lap. Pi smiled as she fingered the strings and shifted it up to a comfortable position before she rested her elbow on the comfortable curve and curled her left fingers about the neck, gently setting them on the strings. She looked around her shoulders to make sure no one was in hearing distance before she began to softly play, her optics glued to her musical guide on the rocks before her."I'm five years old, it
My Key vs My HeartMy key. My key tells me things. Everything. It helps me see things- gives me comfort after visions. It tells me secrets.Secrets.If I hold it tight and look at the Others, it tells me their secrets and their thoughts. Sometimes I like knowing what they think, sometimes I don't. I don't like when they think of me.Then she came.My key wouldn't tell me things when I looked at her. But once, she touched the shaft of my key, and I saw everything. Her past, her mind, her thoughts... And when she pulled away, it stopped. ... I liked her thoughts. They were full of life, and color.Beautiful, really.Once, she came up and wrapped