Morwyn's eyes lit up at the thought of a flute lesson. "Would you?" she asked with a large smile. Nahai nodded, and Morwyn ran upstairs to her room. The carved flute was on her bedside table where she'd carefully placed it the night before. Snatching it up she hurried back down the stairs.
Arriving breathlessly back to the table, she pushed her hair behind her ears and handed the flute to Nahai. Nahai took it and held it a certain way, her fingers covering up some of the holes and leaving others open. "This is how you hold it." she said.
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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