Fox's Glade It was a perfectly good grand piano

@Arlette

He found her beyond Easthollow, beyond the river with its polished stones, beyond the rows and rows of aspen trees they had once loved to lose themselves in. In the oblivion of time and all of its passing, he might have even believed that time had been easier back then, when they were younger and ignorant to the world's inevitable grief. But time had never been easy, and though life carried on in Easthollow in some semblance of a way, they would only continue to pile their losses beneath the eyes of the heavens and the long shadows of the standing stones.

But where his family came to gather to romanticize their fallen, he found Arlette always grieved away. Her trail, always leading to the dimly lit forest of Fox's Glade. Foreboding, and heavy; these once ordinary trees creaked in a framework of something sacred now, something Merrit could not quite place, but imagined his sister might have found herself privy to. Perhaps she simply sought this place as an escape from prying eyes, but perhaps there was something deeper to learn.

He would not know until they spoke, so when he caught sight of her stark familiarity tangled within the spindling reaches of dusk, he offered up a single note in clear question to her: may I sit with you tonight?