As it happened, Ariadne wasn't playing a song. Not a real song with a beginning and an end. Maybe it had started that way, but her mind began to wander. Her playing seemed to continue on, like some kind of automatic function of her being, as thoughtless as breathing or blinking.

It happened, sometimes.

No harm, really.

But her thoughts, wandering to the dense forests of Deleo, were interrupted by the scent of a humanoid back in the real world. She blinked herself back to attention and looked down. She'd seen the girl around before, but she couldn't put a name to the face. So as quickly as she could, while sounding natural, she found a way to conclude the song.

"Good even."