Timestamp: Summer 38
The new apartment was pretty much the same as the old one. The only differences were that it had a window, and it was two rooms. It was still just stripped to basics, other then a few cupboards and a hutch, which Kayuqtuq had just finished moving into place. The room still looked dry. It had potential though. Imagine this with more... culture. Some rabbit furs on the wall, a collection of instruments. She sighed, thinking of what it would look like. But, as always, she needed to practice.
She walked into her bedroom to get her lute and blank music book. The lute was easy to find, the music book not so much. Kayuqtuq rummaged through her chest until she found it underneath her toiletries. She gave Atka a little pet when she found the little kitten sitting on the ground near the mouse hole, feasting on a mouse. Lute case held at her side, she made her way to the table.
Her writing supplies were already there. Kayuqtuq decided she would write for Rhaus. And so she unpacked her lute, opened the book, and sung the first note. A deep, resonating noise came out, and opened up a silent gap. Kayuqtuq scribbled down the note. Silence was filling her heart with a thirst for noise, and her eyes became a satisfied golden yellow when she did a long, deep lute note on her lute. Atka came from the other room to watch, and Kayuqtuq could hear her purring from her spot. The next note she sung was a complex, long note that contorted itself, twisting and growing intense, building tension up until the final beats of the note, where she plucked her lute with multiple fingers on different strings. Then it transformed.
The previously wild piece change to an angelic, peaceful melody after a break. She let her voice take the spotlight for now, opting for a very choral part. When the solo wrapped up, she did a series of complex notes on the lute with her voice simply accompanying it. Then another deep, low note came out of her mouth. Her fingers, both on the fretboard and the strings, escalated into an elaborate pattern, moving quick, and she ended the piece.
She had recorded the rest of the piece as she played, so she wrote down 'Ode to Rhaus' on the top, and started over. This time, she yelled the notes louder than ever before, letting them flourish. Atka looked quite impressed. Kayuqtuq bet the little kitten would applaud her if she could speak.