This morning, after breakfast when I was rooting through my bag to find the Fraechyn leaves, I found the stick-whistle I made at the festival in Old Traders' Village. I wonder how everyone is doing back there. I wonder if they're preparing to make a stand when the time comes. Well, hopefully the time won't come. We'll find a stone or a wizard before then. I'm sure of it.
I've been practising with the stick-whistle all day. There are so many holes to cover up and leave open to get the right note. Lanua was quite irritated with my lack of skill in playing it this morning but then at lunch she fashioned one for herself, and so this afternoon she has been teaching me how to play it properly. When I learned a song she sang along with my playing. It's good to see her without as many worries.
Enan goes crazy when either of us play the stick-whistles. He jumps up and rolls on the floor and spins around and runs in circles; it's incredibly funny to watch him dancing to the music.
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