Stepping outside with his breakfast, Ruko noticed the sound of a flute playing from inside the garden already. Was Inigo practicing again? He had certainly gotten good at it. The quieter boy closed his eyes for a moment and let the music wash over him, feeling much calmer already. Perhaps he should practice later as well. 

Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes again and headed a bit further into the garden, looking for a fairly quiet spot to eat. Though, he wouldn't mind listening to Ingo's flute playing for a bit. Perhaps he shouldn't go too far away after all. There was a nice tree over there he could sit under for now...