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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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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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