"It truly is beautiful," she said honestly. "Bellisima." The girl stared for a time in silence after that. Strangely enough it wasn't made awkward on her part. She seemed to be deep in thought the way she had been when he happened upon her. Sonia wished she had her violin with her in that moment. She had not played since the night the night she had made a deal with the devil who she only knew as "Master." He was someone who could frighten the paint off the wall if you crossed him; she had seen first hand the extent of his temper once. He would help her, but the price she had to pay was high. But even the master could not take away the feelings her violin evoked, especially on nights like that where the moon was high in the sky. "It is too bad that I did not think to bring my violin. It would have gone well with the night."