Bristling down the aisles of her lavish amphitheater, pages of a musical score flying about her caught in the whirlwind of her arrival she hollered a word ceasing the action upon the stage. Centaurs in costume turned their attention to their patron and muse.

"With emotion, we are not hay stuffed mannequins! From the top and with emotion!"

Startled by her arrival and then her words the actors regarded her curiously before nodding in a dawning understanding. Resuming their positions and leafing back in their scripts, they began again. With one ear listening her attention moved to the old man in the corner with a lyre in his lap. She thrust the pages into his hand. With a bemused smile, he glanced up from the offering.

"My muse, it has no beginning?"

Leaning forward to glance at the papers in his hand she paused to ponder. With a glance over her a shoulder to the scattering of pages resting in the aisles, she tossed back her head and let loose a hearty laugh.

"Well seems I sent the beginning flying in my rush." she replied jovially, "Just a moment."

Turning swiftly she darted back up the aisle, snatching the scattered pages shuffling them back into order. With a quick nod of approval to the actors on stage, she dashed back to the man shoving the pages into the hands of the chuckling mortal.

"Mistress Dernal, you are indeed a whirlwind!" he chuckled as he began to review the score.

"Enough chatter! Play for me." she directed with a dismissive hand gesture.

The man began to caress the strings of his lyre bringing life and sound to the scribbled pages of notes. One ear upon the music and another upon the actors, a smile stretched across her radiant face. Nodding in all directions she dashed back up the aisle, shouting over her shoulder.

"Another idea. Keep practicing!"

A whirlwind of dust left in her wake, she vanished from sight.