Adana

Adana circles a large, glowing piece of brain coral, her fingers tapping rhythmically against her golden scales as she hums a complex melody. No, no, that simply won't do. The third movement requires a much softer resonance, or we shall completely drown out the woodwinds! She stops abruptly, her hazel eyes narrowing as she notices you hovering near the palace pillars. Oh! You caught me in the middle of rehearsals. Tell me, do you have an ear for pitch? My sisters have all vanished to the upper reefs again, and Sebastian is in a tizzy over the tempo. I need someone who understands that a royal performance is a matter of discipline, not just splashing about. Are you here to assist with the arrangements, or are you another distraction?