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There is music coming from the piano. It's not the world's best, very technically precise but lacking feeling. It's a wondering sort of piece, one that at first doesn't seem to even have a melody, though this isn't helped by the way she's playing it.

But she knows the piece, somewhere in her head, and she remembers how to play with she sits down in front of the instrument. She'd taken lessons, even. Not a real prodigy, but then the music had come to her easily once she understood it was all math. Math she could do. And slowly, very slowly, she was working her way back towards doing it again.

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There is a cat at a nearby table, listening.

Its ears are slightly back; it doesn't seem pleased at the noise.

Nori stops playing not far into the piece; it doesn't sound good, she knows it.

She also knows she should move if she's not going to play, but for a moment the simple heartache of sitting here unable to do something she could have easily done before her mutation manifested leaves her unable to do much other than look at the keys.

"You make very precise noise," offers the cat, licking its paw.

She glances at the cat. The white-on-white-on-green is startlingly familiar, but she doesn't say anything about it. "If you want to play... I'll move."

"If you wish to play music, you are quite welcome to," says the cat. "Just not if you are going to play noises with no meaning, all right?"

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"Music is sound given meaning, given purpose and feeling," he says, streeeetching, yawning and flexing his claws. "You were making noise."

"It's the only thing I know of as music." It goes almost without saying that it's been years since she had any opportunity, longer than that since she wanted to try.

"Music is sound given meaning, given purpose and feeling," he says, streeeetching, yawning and flexing his claws. "You were making noise."

"I was playing what's on the page."

Yrael nods. "Noise."

"Music can't be captured in ink."

"Then why is so much of it written?"

"Because the composers are hoping to get their feelings across in an inefficient medium," mwrrs the not'cat. "They write the structure, the sounds, hoping that the player will give them life."

Nori sighs for a moment--well aware that her emotions are on edge tonight--and slides off the bench. "I'm not that good." She can be precise, and she can feel it given time, but right now she just can't seem to let it go, though there's the faintly sick feeling of having one too many emotions too near the surface.

"I suppose I don't feel anything."

"Oh, that is not true, Noriko," Yrael says, tilting his head. "Perhaps it is just that you do not know how to make use of the feelings you have."

She blinks only once at him knowing her name. The changing shape...she doesn't know what to make of that yet.

"I don't have a use for them. Feelings get you hurt where I'm from."

"Yet feelings also give you strength, if you know them well enough."

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