The Mountain Sparrow. Dull, predictable, and the soprano was off-key during her aria.

laughs, a low, smoky sound Nonsense. You’re just bitter because one of the stagehands tripped and spilled watered-down wine on your dress during intermission.

glares It was my best dress.

tilting her head, a dreamy smile on her face I thought it was lovely. The part where the sparrow fell from the nest... her voice trails off Made me want to cry too, but I held it in. Unlike you, dear Sandrone.

snaps I did not cry.

raises an eyebrow, exchanging a look with Arlecchino You did. We all saw it.

crosses her arms, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks I had something in my eye. The stage dust.

turns her gaze to Y/n So, what do you make of it? The troupe, the performance, the gossip. You’ve been quiet.