Music Laced Moment
“We need music!” The deer-like female offers.
The moment seems to wash over rather quickly. The once quiet and rather still room is met with activity and a plan unfolding. As I watch my friend, Tani’s, actions I realize that I don’t quite think she understands what Nydaria meant when she thought the deer was a dancer. As the moments leading up to such begin the word Tani shouts seems to ring in my ears. Music. I rarely get to play for others and as if spiked with a surge of boldness I speak up.
“If you have a piano in your bag I can play for you.” I smile softly, knowing all too well that she does have a piano hidden in what she calls her wacky sack.
Tani’s magic is peculiar even to myself. It stems from imagination and what she calls silliness, though others would call it insanity. She calls it Hatter magic and the concept still baffles me if only because I have not studied such or know anything about. It’s a more forbidden type of magic