xp_logs | Log : Monday [Catseye, Terry] In the music room...

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Backdated to Monday afternoon. Terry goes to the music to practice anyway, just as Alison had thought she might. And there she finds one of the mansion's more quiet residents of late, sunning herself on the windowsill.

The music room had been mostly quiet this week, moreso than usual and Catseye had elected to diverge from her usual haunts to sneak a nap here. The sun hit one of the windowsills in a particularly enticing way and just sunning herself and not thinking all that much was still very much one of her priorities. Sometimes thoughts still intruded, questions and ponderings, but they were all still too sharp and jagged to be dealt with, just yet.

So Catseye sunned herself and thought cat like thoughts, and spent the time in her own way, until something was ready to change.

Even on the quietest weeks, the music room had at least one regular visitor. Terry's lessons were sacrosanct. Alison wouldn't be there but practice went on anyway so Terry slipped into the room with Faith slung over her shoulder in the case. As she often did, Terry sang to herself softly. Human-voiced, she wasn't up to the impressive arias that Alison trained her in but her voice was still clear and sweet even muted.

Since she didn't expect to see anyone, she didn't notice the cat curled in the window for several moments. When she did, she just smiled. "Hello, Catseye."

Watching her through half-lidded eyes, limp from the sun's warming rays, Catseye let out a low, modulated sound of polite welcome. A low blink and she curled up a bit more tightly, pondering whether company was a good or bad thing. If she wanted to stay or go. But Terry wasn't one of the people she knew so well, and maybe that would afford her the room to stick to sunlight and warmth and not thinking. Just maybe.

Terry watched the cat a bit longer then shrugged, "I have to practice. Let me know if the guitar bothers you, all right?" So saying she set the case down and drew Faith from it, looping the strap over her shoulder before retrieving her folder of music from the file cabinet that held student work. Settling onto a chair near her harp, she opened to the guitar piece Alison wanted her to learn. Not easy by any means.

Shifting a bit so that she could watch, Catseye flicked an ear forward - mild interest, acknowledgement of presence. The sunlight gleamed on the dark wood of the guitar, blue bleeding into black, and for a moment Catseye found herself entranced by the play of light and dark.

Terry played slowly, nowhere near the speed this piece demanded but for the moment she was concerned only with accuracy. Playing fast was useless if you were playing it wrong. It lent the otherwise cheerful tune a softer, almost melancholy air. Terry's focus was completely on her playing, her eyes flicking from the music to her hands and back with total concentration.

The music suited Catseye's mood, though the implications of that she didn't ponder upon, didn't want to think about. Tucking both paws under her chin, she let out a small sigh and listened as the notes floated through the room, plucked out gently one by one. It was easy to let the combination of sunlight and music lull her into a doze, eyes drifting slowly shut.

Letting the last note fade, Terry made a face and turned the pages back to the beginning then glanced at Catseye to see if she had any commentary. When she realized that the cat was napping, she shrugged and started over from the beginning.