Closed The Wrong Light

[Sunday Weeks]

Sunday made sure to keep daily walks as a part of her routine- she didn't like exerting too much effort, but this was a nice compromise. A way to keep herself in shape without getting gross about it. That, and her yoga in the mornings. She was on another walk now, just casually strolling about, when a sound drifted to her. She paused. Piano music, and rather pretty music at that. She shifted course- heading for the arts room instead of going out to the gardens. She hovered outside of the door for a little bit, just being drawn in further and further by the music. It was so wonderfully sweet. Soon, she just knew she needed to see who was playing it. She stepped into the room, stopping short. Cyrus...? Sunday stared for a moment, shocked, a light blush dusting her cheeks. She'd never seen Cyrus like this before. Sunday shook herself mentally and stepped forward, feeling weirdly breathless. "Cyrus? I didn't know you played," She offered, moving to stand near him at the piano.