Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20180903164912/@comment-25828117-20180920234948

Falanor's usually reddish cheeks turned pale at the sight of seeing his flute be destroyed.

A distinct greenish hue escaped the wood like it was a liquid flowing through little grooves. until it reached the broken edges after which it evaporated like steam, scattered by the wind. It carried with it a hauntingly musical howl.

Leaving an ordinary flute, broken in twain at the nimph's feet.