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Aspen had spent the morning trudging through the snow. She didn't particularly like winter, but it was part of a natural cycle. Once she'd finally gotten tired of being cold, she went back to her (also cold) bedroom. Stupid freezing castle. Who volunteered to stay here? It was practically frozen over. Which, of course, wasn't good for her plants. She looked at the one on her night table, a little snowdrop in a pot, but it seemed to be struggling. Poor thing. Glancing over at her roommate, Aspen carefully lifted the little pot. No way was she getting caught doing nymph magic in front of people she only barely knew!

Wrapping herself in a warm cloak, Aspen slipped out of the common room. Surely there was a nice, quiet place to heal this poor plant without having to brave the snow... again. After searching quite a long time, she came upon what appeared to be the music room. At least, there was a piano standing tall in the middle. Maybe this would work. It was probably too cold out for anyone to be wandering the halls without good cause, anyway. Setting the little pot atop the piano, Aspen briefly wished she had ever learned to play. Oh well. Now wasn't the time for silly wishes anyway. With a small cough, Aspen cleared her throat. It'd be the first time she'd ever sung her nymphic tunes within the walls.... where she wasn't a toddler, of course.

Closing her eyes, Aspen began to sing. She wasn't certain she knew the words, but it was something she'd grown up hearing. All the nymphs she'd ever known sang something similar, but she best knew the tune from her own mother singing it as a lullaby. Aspen thought it was silly as a child, because she wasn't really a plant, but she had found comfort in the notes. While her eyes were closed, the girl swayed a bit, moving into a strange, ballet sort of dance. She also felt her bond with the plant grow, so hopefully, it'd be full of life before too long.

Aspen continued her song, completely oblivious to the world around her. She felt her heart beating faster and her head beginning to feel light. She sure hoped the little plant was recovering, because she was feeling out of it. Her nymph magic always worked best when entirely surrounded by nature, which meant it took a dip in the winter months. Aspen's ears twitched as she heard, then felt another presence in the room. Something told her it wasn't someone she knew. Her dad's energy was familiar and warm, and any of her sisters would've registered as the same as she. Opening her eyes, Aspen stopped her odd song and dance. Standing there was dark haired boy from her year. Siddall.... that was his surname... but she couldn't remember his first...

Just as she was about to confront him, Aspen noticed the little flower starting to wilt again. Dang it! She walked over to it, and gently touched the flowers. "I'm sorry... I usually make sure no one's around. Because it's... different." She glanced over at the boy, who seemed to be a little surprised. Sighing, she sang out a few more notes of her song, watching the little flowers perk back up. She just wanted it to live, and maybe for this boy not to tell everyone her secret. "I'm trying to save it. Winter's a harsh time for nature, y'know? And I know it's needed and all... but little flowers shouldn't suffer." She sighed, shivering again in the chilly room. After a moment, she looked over at Siddall. "If.... if you can, please don't tell anyone. I'm still not sure if my dad's full okay with me doing um... this... here. I think It's more of an outside magic, but it's really rather cold out." Aspen offered a half-hearted laugh, then sighed back at her plant. Poor thing.

Tàmhas was quite excited for his plan to come about. Áedán had been studying his tail off for their upcoming end-of-year exams, and even though the brunette was far, far less stressed over them, he knew why his pal wanted to do well. But, as Pa always did on super stressful days, Tàm was determined to make a bit of time for some music. If he could make his pals smile for even a bit, it'd mean he did a good job. He invited their whole friend group, and sure, lots of people were busy, but that just meant more time for Tàm to play his fiddle. Having met Áedán halfway, the messy-headed boy took the lead. "C'moan, Áedán! it wull be a super stoatin wey tae end th' week. Plus, if it mak's ye happy, ah will be yer study buddy th'morra!" He grinned over, green eyes sparkling with a wild magic of his excitement.

With his fiddle case in one hand, he used the other to hold his friend's hand, walking alongside the redhead. While he had started off leading, Tàm was soon just making sure he could keep up. Curse his little leg! Finally, they made it to their destination, the school's music room. Luckily, it was empty, especially since Tàm had forgotten to reserve the room. "Pa aye says tae mak' time fer music. Ah juist wish he wis 'ere tae play wit' me. Bit, ye shuid ken a' th' songs anyway!" He offered over a grin, remembering all the nights Pa would build a big campfire and they'd all play music into the wee hours. Tàm plopped down in one of the seats, pulling his well-loved fiddle from its case. As soon as he was ready, he grinned brightly at his friend.

"Ah hawp th' rest o' oor pals are able tae jyne us, bit fur noo, whit song dae yi'll want tae sing?"

Tàmhas grinned when he got Áedán to agree to come along. "Ye'v bin studying tons, 'n' mah studies say taking breaks is key. Gie yer silly heid a time tae rest." They walked together, with the redhead taking the fiddle case to ease the shorter boy's burden. Luckily, they made it without too much effort, and once inside, they were able to get all set up. Smartly, Áedán had decided to set them up near the piano, just in case Aurias and Astyth decided to come. That would add a nice piano element to their songs, though Tàm would miss having Pa's bagpipes to accompany.

After asking which song Áedán wanted to sing, the redhead was confused, noting that he thought he'd just be listening. "Bit ye hae a lov'ly voice, Áedán. Plus, a'm sure ye'll hae mair fin if ye sing alang! ah will huv a go tae mak' it as fin as whin Pa haes song nights?" His voice faltered a second, hoping that Áedán wasn't only upset about not having Pa along too. Then again, most music nights, Pa did a lot of the singing. When asked what his favorite song was, the brunette paused, tapping his toes while he thought.

As soon as an idea struck, a giant smile donned his lips. He grabbed his bow, then propped his fiddle against his shoulder. Sure, it was supposed to balance against his knee, but he couldn't exactly make that work. Rosining up, he started playing one of his favorite tunes. The Hills of Connemara. He bounced happily, singing the song he'd played so many times before. Hopefully, this would get Áedán into a sing-song mood!