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The young girl that Fayvus had taken care of all these years thought to much of appearance. Even the eldest of beings felt sadness at time. As did he, as did gods of all natures. "You are a young woman, not a child. It does not matter that you are upset because you are your private room now. Now I brought you this flute. It is a Nikian flute that is used at their spring festivals. I would like you to sit and relax for now." He signaled to her bed, pulled out the flute, and began to play a short lovely tune. He had learned it when he joined the nomads in Nik for a few years. The tune was used to sooth even the wildest of beasts. Good for calming the most dangerous of predators as well as lure prey. It brought back memories of joining the Nikians in their dancing during the festivals. He rembered his friends in the tribe. Perhaps they became elders or perhaps they died a magnificent death. He hoped to seem them one day again, in this life or the next.

Fayvus finished the beautiful tune and lowered the flute before speaking again. "Now dear child, what seems to be the problem that has got you so riled up?" He asked kindly.