She was indeed brave enough to place her hands on the ivory keys of the piano. They felt slick, even a little cold. Her red on black eyes focused down at her own fingers, just feeling the keys.
"So... each song is jus' seven keys? Really? Ah never knew dat... den again, ah ain' put much t'ought into music. An' mah powers make feelin' dis piano a lil' werid. Ah can actually "feel" de piano. It's workin's... it's parts... almost like lookin' into someone's soul an' knowin' what makes'em tick."
Alisa was relaxing more, which was hard for her. She was still used to having a high guard, but since she met the Champions, Argo, and Nick... she was slowly easing into society again. But she was moving a bit fast. Instead of barring people completely, she was letting almost anyone in. There seemed to be no balance at the moment, but she could care less. She felt happy, free even.
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