Rynne eyed the pass of words with interest and a little scorn. He knew in his own hallowed being that Larissa "woke" him up. He didn't rate it any higher. He had never learned to look up to anyone before as he was always treated real enough, movement or none. But he did want to know his "master" better. Rynne was even amused at Laila's lack of respect.
"Is there any one who would like to go make music somewhere. I'm bored." He rested his face on the tabletop and gazed at them over half-closed eyes, fingering his ivory flute restlessly.