likethewind:

Eiltin was sitting on the couch in his bungalow with Ruarc sitting at his feet. He was practicing playing the harp as one of the things his father wished for him to keep up on while he was staying in the mortal world.

The harp was a small one that he could hold in one arm with ease and strum with his other. The harp was beautifully carved and inlaid with metals from Avalon that looked like gold and silver though still seemed like human hands could create it abide with great difficulty.

Eiltin wasn’t playing any particular song simply whatever came in to his head free flow. It was a simple melody but there was without a doubt an undeniable beauty to it that had sent the dog to a peaceful sleep. He felt pretty sure he wasn’t playing loud enough to disturb Andy or Titan, whichever one was currently out.

Eiltin was thinking about putting some words to it but doing that free flows much harder than any melody even for him though those tended to be the more interesting songs to hear.