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[OOM: A most curious door...]

Angela Edmunds toddles into the bar, looking all around.

There are many grownups. None of them look like Mommy or Daddy. Angela's big blue eyes take in much.

The pretty stars are disappearing outside the big window.

Angela sticks her fingers in her mouth uneasily.

She doesn't know where she is. This isn't her room.

She stands there, looking around curiously, not very frightened yet.

But she is, a little.

[OOC: Locked to Asmodean only, please.]

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There is a man at the piano playing a lullaby. A beautiful, lullaby.

He's singing softly to himself. The man is wearing black.

Music is nice. Angela likes music.

She comes over to the piano, fingers in mouth, and just watches the man in black play.

The man finishes, and turns around. He looks at the child with his dark eyes. He tilts his head. His voice is calm, but warm.

"Good evening, little one."

He glanced around for parents.

Angela looks up at the man. She waves in the whole-fisted way that children wave, and speaks around the fingers in her mouth.

"Hi."

Asmodean still glances around. No parents. Worrisome.

"Do you have a name, little lady?"

She takes her fingers out of her mouth long enough to say, "Angewa." She looks up at him very solemnly.

She doesn't know where Mommy and Daddy are. This is Not Good.

Asmodean smiles warmly. Still no parents... unusual.

"A pleasure meeting you, Lady Angela."

He pauses.

"Is there someone here with you?"

She shakes her head. "Came frew closet."

Asmodean's brow furrowed. This was highly unfortunate. It would not be good to leave a child alone.

"Oh, so you did."

He thinks.

"I can watch you for a bit. I am called Jasin Natael."

"OK. Hi, 'Athin." Angela has a lisp, but at least her fingers are out of her mouth.

She wonders why Mommy and Daddy aren't here. They should be, because this is their house. Maybe this is where they go when they go "out".

He smiles at her slightly. His voice rather pleasant.

"Would you like to play the piano with me?"

This gets a smile. "Okay."

This is much bigger than her toy piano.

Asmodean's eyes fill with fire as invisible weaves of air lifted Angela gently onto the bench beside him.

"Here you go, Lady Angela."

Angela giggles. That was fun! She reaches tentatively towards the piano.

This is normally where one of her parents would say, "Be gentle, Angela."

The bard is most assuredly not her parents.

Asmodean just smiled, and nodded for her to continue.

The piano keys are kind of heavy for Angela's tiny fingers, so she concentrated on playing one key at a time.

But, of course, several keys at once is much more interesting.

Asmodean smiled at Angela, and spoke in a warm voice.

"I can play with you, if you would like."

Angela nods. "M'kay."

Making music is always better with company.

Asmodean's fingers danced slowly on the keys. He was careful to accompany her, and played more softly.

"Like this, Lady Angela?"

Angela beams. "Pwetty," she says.

To Angela, the notes she's playing sound like they belong to the same song.

Asmodean smiles at her.

"Of course, it is Lady Angela... Beautiful music comes from the heart."

Angela nods solemnly, as if she knows what the man is talking about.

Maybe she does. Children, after all, know things adults forget.

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