Bisky looked down at herself, slowly patting her hands along the dress. It doesn’t take her long to find something ridged against her hand.

She quickly found the pocket and pulled out the shining silver flute. That’s okay. Even if it’s not with my own body, it would be nice to be able to play something at least a little. My big fingers wouldn’t be able to do much else than fight. She chuckles.

She admires the flute, the cool metal in her palm felt soothing. It feels like your nen has been infused into it.