Our Silent Song (Mute Male Vastayan Reader x Sona)

Chapter 3. Passion

When the Buvelle family arrived at the theater, Mr. Buvelle immediately broke away from his wife and daughter to make sure the staging and papers were set. Sona, by her base nature, went and checked on the instruments that would be used. Some were in poorer shape than others and for Sona, this just wouldn't do. If she was going to be selecting a single person to work alongside until they're career was set, she needed to see them at their full potential. That little thought made her think back to the Squirrel King. She giggles at the nickname before returning her focus to the task at hand. Replacing the instruments wouldn't be hard as they were a rich family. Not just because of Sona, but because of their overall influence in Demacia.

After a quick chat with her mother, Sona was able to guarantee that the incoming talents would be able to perform at their best. As she went to the instruments and began to pick out the bad ones, she felt a strange sensation around her toe. As she looked down and brought her foot up, she could see an old string wrapped around it. Not thinking about it till now, it probably wasn't safe to be barefoot in a theater storage room. Her feet were already quite dusty and there was no way the servants would let her walk through the house like that. She slightly shudders at the thought, but decides to worry about being unintentionally tickled later. She unwraps the string from her toe and stretches it all the way out. It definitely belonged to a violin.

She peers around the room until she finds said violin. Aside from the missing string and signs of age, it looked quite well. She fiddles with it for a moment before getting the string reattached. Having spent most of her life around them, Sona was quite skilled in fixing instruments, especially Violins. There is a reason she is called the Maven of Strings. It all began with but a single string. She flicks her finger across each one and twists her head at the horrible tuning. She looks in the place the violin was and finds it bow on the floor. She sighed, knowing that this place is never going to get taken care of. She'll have to fix that one day. Perhaps when she retires, she could move into mentor role.

She nodded to that thought and began tuning the violin. After a few minutes of adjusting and testing, she finally found that sweet tune she grew up with it. For a bit, she played a slow, somber theme she was able to hum along with. That's when it struck her. That song she was writing lyrics for earlier. She ran out the storage room and over to her bag. As she looked through her lyrics, she takes a moment to slightly adjust the violins tuning. The words went through her head as she started to play. The feeling of happiness came into her very soul once more, only to be followed by that same emptiness. The only difference this time was that Sona felt a slight change in it.

What was she missing?

When her father called for her, she almost jumped out of her skin. She was so into her passion that her shields were lowered, allowing any and all spooks. Just about everything was set, all they needed to do know was put out an announcement and have the servants post the papers. Her mother asked her why she had an old violin with her. Sona just smiled and waved it off like it wasn't a big deal. Choosing not the pry Mrs. Buvelle instead points at her daughters feet, telling her that if she didn't wash them, the servants would. Sona sweat a little and gave a shaky nod. You would think that as sensitive as her feet are that she would wear protection. Being a musician taught her to be stubborn though, especially with the lack of speaking.

Y/N had since crawled out his tree since there were fewer people around. This allowed him to scurry around, looking for any trash to clean up. While he may not be a people person, Y/N did love people. What he didn't love was their ability to make a mess. To a degree, Y/N is a Germaphobe. Of course, this is just his OCD compelling him to be clean. Y/N moved around the grass in his blue jeans, white t-shirt and yellow apron with big rubber gloves. Like a certain Maven, he to didn't really wear shoes. Unlike Sona though, Y/N didn't wear shoes for the fact he loses a lot of mobility. Being unable to feel what he is walking on drives him more nuts than people making a mess. He is still half of an animal of course.

He stabs his trash picker pin into some wrapping and stuffed it into his carry on trash bag. It was already filled with quite a bit. The Squirrel boy is a fast and efficient worker. His tail then began to making a curling motion as his ears flicked up. Somebody was playing music. Like how people listen to his music when he's out and about, some people, namely women will attempt to lure him closer. He is described as being a total cutie. That sad reality is that most older women would see him more as a pet rather than a person. This doesn't bother him though as anybody who attempts to kidnap him are committing an illegal act. An act that wouldn't go unnoticed. People know him for his good music, deeds and how cute he was. Y/N snuck his way towards a picnic table that had the same group of girls that recorded him.

He gets closer to them by climbing a nearby tree and lowering his head towards the ground. The song that was getting played was actually his acoustic play earlier. The girls couldn't get enough of it. This made Y/N happy. He then looked back to see his tail was doing a little dance of its own. Feeling the overwhelming urge to dance to his own music, Y/N hopped down to the ground, curled into a ball and proceeded to roll away like he was a hedgehog. A shame the girls saw him do that and cooed. As he rolled forward though, he hit a bump that throws him off course and into some mud.

He immediately shoots up and into what was clean grass, you know, before he landed on it. His clothes were ruined and some trash fell out of his bag. This made him freakout and double time his efforts. His heart rate was beginning to increase as he continued along. He couldn't stand being so messy! He needed to calm down. To start off, he needed to let his tail take the wheel and let it get into a rhythm. As it swished and curled, a song came to his head that he hummed. It took his mind off his current situation, making it more bearable until he could get cleaned.

Y/N was a little upset with himself that he wasn't doing this before. Music always helped calm him down and made doing what he loves doing so much more fun. This reminds him of the time he once played a rock song whilst cleaning the bathroom. That was one heck of a time. He smiled through the mud on his face as he continued to clean up the park. Thankfully, it would be raining in a few days so any mud he leaves behind will be washed away.

Or made worse. He could never really tell sometimes.