But a filtered post to his brother is needed and he gets down to it.]
[Filter: Hypnos]
While I'm not turning things into other things, a moment of your time, brother?
[Though not an overly emotional person by any means, Calliope had her own share of rampant feelings. Touching her piano always brought upon thoughts of both sorrow and joy, sorrow for the memory of who had purchased her the piano, but joy for what magnificent sounds came out of it. Joy for music.
First it had been the keys. Before being aware that anything had happened to any of her fellow reincarnates, she'd poured herself a glass of wine and perched at the piano for only Zeus knew how long. And when the keys had turned into chocolate wafers, well, that certainly hadn't been expected.
But it the wine glass transforming into a dove that shocked her the most. From liquid to solid? Bizarre. More bizarre than wafers. The poor thing's off-white feathers were stroked before a window was opened and the dove urged to fly off.
When her window sill began growing flowers from her touch, she thought it was best to keep all touching to a bare minimum.]