3rd person pov-Aislyn
Aislyn stood in the hallway leaning against the wall with a frown on her face, her fingers tapping gently against her elbow as she watched and listened. From where Aislyn was standing in the hallway, she could see Falyn sitting on the ground. Her back was against the wall precisely next to the doorway to Sage’s room. His door was cracked open so he couldn’t see either of them outside, but they could hear him. From the little slit in the door, Aislyn could see her son sitting on his bed, his back against the wall as he stared down at the guitar on his lap. It wasn’t like any of the guitars Aislyn had ever seen, it was made in ways the humans that crafted the guitars hadn’t been able to produce yet and she knew without needing to ask that the guitar and the strange cas
