Sultherem's capitol was never silent. Songs drifted from every house at all hours, midnight lullabies swept young amuni to their sleep, and morning bells chimed the coming of dawn. Siabri reveled in ever birdsong and child's laughter.
Nothing quite matched the paradise of being in Sultha's community theater and being uplifted by the rising thrill of a full orchestra.
Serali's soft lilac lights lit the stage, swirling in time with Siabri and Serali herself as they twisted and twined around each other to the chorus beat. Music hummed through them. Every beat of silence between the music was orchestrated, thrumming with the drum of their hearts. Siabri leapt through Serali's outstretched wings, then Serali swirled in a glitz of lavender and tossed Siabri through the air. A chorus of gasps followed them. The clatter of applause. Each sound a punctuation of Siabri's glorious freedom.
She had escaped the Architect and found her freedom through her bonds, and she would never again be caged behind silent, stone walls.