Truth Be Told (Open)

Marvolo sat in a tree in the courtyard one leg hanging from the branch and swinging in time as she placed a flute to her lips and playing the delicate instrument. A floating tune came from the device as she sat there thinking of the oncomming storm.

Morgan had been laying on a bench in the courtyard read, as normal for her, when she heard the music of a flute floating on the air. She took a moment to listed and then caught the scent of someone she knew: Marvolo was nearby! Morgan closed her book and followed the music. When she reached the tree Marvolo sat in, she looked up, shielding her eyes from the sun and smiled. "Didn't know Smoke liked to reside in trees," she teased.

"Didn't know snow didn't melt in the sun" she equally teased "How are you little fox?"

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Morgan smiled brightly at Marvolo. "I'm as fine as can be expected. You, great wolf?" she asked taking a seat under the tree and looking up at her. "That was a lovely tune you were playing," she commented.