The Instrumentalist Aranea

Good light, every8ody.

A8solutely not.

I would go so far as to say one of my favourite human cre8ions is old swing music. It has a lovely charm to it.

Whilst that would 8e fantastic, there's one thing that 8ars me from attending anything of the like. Well, two things, technically. 8ut one major issue.

!!!!!!!!That's the second time I've 8een told that this evening. Have I done something right? Does my hair look different????????

I should pro8a8ly 8e heading to coon soon, it's almost light. Perhaps another ten minutes.

Such a crucial part of my 8logging experience?

Quite a painful execution, I must say.

I've heard some particularly strange death stories in my travels. I distinctly recall a certain Heir getting his hood caught 8etween some moving gears.

Of course! I'd 8e more than happy to give you some answers. Please, fire away. I'll do my 8est to help!

What a truly unfortun8 way to go. Pulled into the void 8y a prince's sneeze. One for the Troll Darwin Awards, for sure.

A 8lack hole, quite possi8ly.

This composition is coming along un8elieva8ly slowly. 

Of course, if a Sylph has no choice 8ut to practice, as you say, naturally she'll 8ecome powerful- simply due to necessity. Though that would undenia8ly 8e the most uncomforta8le way to learn.

There's a small chance that when I sneeze, those around me might forget what they were doing for a very 8rief moment. It's nothing too interesting.