Eighth Snowflake

[sugarwaffo]

[Sugar didn’t understand the full story of what had happened while she was asleep, but she could tell it was bad. Everyone was much sadder these days. She was sad that they were sad too. She was sad that people were hurt and tired and didn’t want to play anymore. She wished that she could help.

That’s when Sugar gets an idea.

Flitting over to the lobby, she pulls out her flute and starts to play. Those with their journal open will hear this impromptu musical performance. But anyone in the lobby may notice a couple stray snowflakes fall down, only to disappear before they reach the ground.

She hopes it makes people feel a little better.]

((Happy Mother's Day from Sugar! (Except she doesn't know about Mother's Day, thankfully, otherwise you'd never hear the end of it.) The music starts at 20:02, in case my link doesn't work. To hear a piano version, listen here))

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[silentrunning]

[Chell is in her room, (finally they let her out of the clinic), with her journal open, and was paging through it, when the flute tune came over. And it did make her feel a little better. She's got no clue whatsoever is playing it, but she applauds at the end, anyhow.]

That's beautiful.

[She writes in...not even sure if the person who played the tune has their journal with them.]

[sugarwaffo]

[They must, since it's picking up the flute music. Sugar isn't really paying much attention to it though, her concentration solely on the music. But she does notice when the applauds begins.]

Hehehe...♥

Thank you, thank you!

[silentrunning]

[Chell recognizes the voice.]

Sugar! You play really well.

[This time she speaks.]

[sugarwaffo]

Really? You think so?

[silentrunning]

I do. You made me smile. A lot.