"You have the fewest contraindications."

"Okay!"

Cam makes a circle for Amriac and shows her where to fill in.

Which she does -

And here's Amriac!

"Nice to meet you!"

"Hi! Where's the alternate universe Macalaurë, I can't read any of his sheet music, even if she can I didn't get it with the summon -"

"I cannot read Osirian sheet music!"

"You have a... lot... of other languages though."

"Yes! I do not know if they will be useful to you."

"Can't hurt, I guess. Anyway where is he, hopefully well away from the tragic music allergy -"

"Masaharta is upstairs. We can head back now, if you'd like."

"Mm-hm!"

So they do this. 

"Amriac, this is Prince Masaharta."

"I can't keep track of all the nonsense going on, should I know her -"

"Oh, no, you'll never have heard of me because Cam has had other things on his mind, I'm just here as a summoning experiment, I don't take randoms and won't mind if something weird happens and I can't any more - what," she materializes a weird citole in her hand and waves it at him, "is this supposed to sound like, you don't have recordings and I couldn't figure it out in the time I had before the summon came - mind, that was only a few minutes, but it just doesn't sound right if I play it like -" She strums it. "It's not supposed to be like that, is it, there's some trick to it -"

He glances, bewildered, at his brother. " - but -"

" - hadn't noticed, promise, I don't pay very close attention to your girls -"

" - that's really bizarre. Get Amina," he says to a servant, and then takes the citole and demonstrates it.

"Ohhh, I get it. Who's Amina?"

"You. I think. I don't know for sure how all of this works but you speak just like her and she loves the instruments, too - designs a bunch of her own -"

"Like this?" she says, materializing a colorful metal ball. It starts whistling as it falls into her hand and the chord changes when she covers some of it with her palm.

" - that's amazing. How does it work -"

"I'm making air in the right compartments at the right pressure," she says, playing through an etude.

"Making - oh, with your magic. I don't think I could play it, then."