[He half misses her. Dist still isn't entirely certain what to think of Anise, really. He had tried to convince himself she was him enemy; a thorn in his side. The annoying little brat, and all the noise she makes, and how she always bothered and teased and mocked him... The house will be quieter, but not the same.
Casting a sidelong glance at Ion, Dist observed him queitly, then looked back down at the piano.]
If you wish, Fon Master... I can't say I'll be any good, however. These things take time to master, of course.
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Casting a sidelong glance at Ion, Dist observed him queitly, then looked back down at the piano.]
If you wish, Fon Master... I can't say I'll be any good, however. These things take time to master, of course.