Ballroom Blitz
There is the sound of piano music playing. The youngest Nightray son found the grand ballroom about ten minutes prior. It's an elegant affair, a cedar floor, and high paneled windows to illuminate the chandeliers even in the daytime. The piano he's sitting at is in the far southwest corner of the room on a slightly raised platform.
Eliot has been able to play since he was a small child, even writing his own compositions at his still very young age. He has not chosen an original work today however, but still something he cherishes. He's obviously absorbed and concentrating on his perceived private performance, and likely won't take being interrupted well.
[This is open social post, come and bother Eliot with a request or just find a dance partner and waste away a few hours.]
Eliot has been able to play since he was a small child, even writing his own compositions at his still very young age. He has not chosen an original work today however, but still something he cherishes. He's obviously absorbed and concentrating on his perceived private performance, and likely won't take being interrupted well.
[This is open social post, come and bother Eliot with a request or just find a dance partner and waste away a few hours.]