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“But I don’t really know how to play,” I insisted as he scooted me past Tristan.
“You’ll find a way, little athrylis!” Harry encouraged me as he pushed me outside to the center of his glade.
The little ellyll looked up from their work and their eyes widened when they beheld the harp. They flitted over to us and crowded around me.
“A new athrylis!” one of them cooed.
“And a new magicum!” another added.
“Shoo, now!” Harry commanded them as he waved one arm at the little creatures. “She needs to see what she can do.” The ellyll scooted back a few feet and giggled. Harry frowned at them before he returned his smiling face to me. “Now let’s see what music you can create, yes?”
I looked to Tristan who nodded, so I reached up and brushed my hand against the frayed strings. A beauti
