Saraphyne has a minion!

A the Musical Note

Saraphyne let out a long yawn. Something woke her up from her deep sleep. She had been asleep for many centuries. She held her breath and listened to the darkness around her trying to figure out what had awoken her. She could hear a sound so faint. No wait, not just a sound but many different sounds all mixed together to make a melody. She listened harder now, curious. It was music, music like she had never heard before, music she would have never thought possible with those particular sounds.

She stretched and slowly made her way towards the music. She had to hear more. It was so different from the music of her past. This was more interesting, had more life. She came out of the cave entrance, hidden by magic, and listened to the breeze. The sounds were more clear now and she followed it's call. She soon came to a clearing and watched as a group of Rreigns and Mahars made sounds with some strange objects. One of them spotted her and gestured for her to join them. He could sense she not familiar with today's instruments and could see in her eyes the eagerness to learn.

"My name is Malstra. What should we call you?" he asked as he handed her a pair of sticks that were smoothed out, one end tapered with a rounded tip.

"I am Saraphyne. What are these strange objects?" she asked as she examined the sticks, feeling the smoothness.

"Those, my friend, are drum sticks. Now use those to tap out a beat on this drum and see if you can keep up with the rest of us." he replied.

Malstra picked up a drum he had carved from a mahogany log and covered with a shaved goatskin, and placed it in front of her. She looked at it a moment then started to beat on the skin. She was amazed at the wonderful sound the drum emanated as she hit it. She tapped out various rhythms as the rest of the group made their own with the various objects they possessed. She later learned these objects were called instruments and she was determined to learn all she could about them.