The soft sounds of a violin reverberated across the hallways of the airship.
It came from a certain feren, who was busy stood with her legs crossed looking out the window. The music was merely a habit, and not presently the primary focus of the tall Tarcan's thoughts. That honor belonged to what on Earth the Harp wanted with a team of seven, why she didn't know who would be in it, and why the Harp hadn't invented a better name for it than "Accord". Conspicuously absent from the silver-haired Maned Wolf's thoughts was that the meeting to establish all of that began very shortly, and that she should probably start walking over. It was absent because as a veteran member of Echo, the long-legged woman knew that arriving any sooner than a few seconds before the Harp began to speak was unnecessary...and that rookies always took a long time to get to meetings. Speaking of rookies, the word on the street was that there would be some of them on this new team. For as long as this formidable violinist had been in Echo, she had never enjoyed being in charge, much preferring to operate second in command behind a certain Shindan that everybody on board the ship revered (and for good reason). Thus, the prospect of operating with newbies did not excite her, for there was the possibility that she would have to lead the team (an admittedly rare occurrence, but one she wished was nonexistent).
The name of this veteran, with a penchant for sarcasm and keeping her hair absurdly long, was Sylvia Sterling, and it was a name that was fairly well known throughout Echo. Not as much as Shae Arca, of course, but Sylvia liked it that way. She was able to fly under the radar while being a celebrity when she felt like it.
Just after Sylvia had finished deciding she really didn't want to be the leader of a team of all rookies, and right when she was absentmindedly about to finish playing through a piece that sounded remarkably similar to the Bach Partita, she heard someone run by very quickly...and very loudly.
Turning her head just in time to see a pair of wings bounce down the hallway to her right, Sylvia played the last few notes of her piece and then began walking after the winged girl. I suppose that's my cue, she thought absentmindedly. Walking at a casual pace, she yelled "Why so fast?" after the girl before she disappeared around a corner. Sylvia assumed the girl was going to the same place she was, but perhaps she could at least get her to chill out a bit before meeting what was presumably her new team.
