Tyr had been awake for some time in Bren's absence.  She sat now, quietly at his pianoforte, reading sheets and sheets of Bren's music he'd written, the songs playing in her head, as she had always had an ability to read music and had perfect pitch as well.  Every once in a while, the music in her head would transform and ease out of her mouth in melodious sounds, some songs sad, some joyful.  But, seemingly, his latest works were quite mournful and dreary, although beautiful all the same.  Ian was cleaning his spotted fur atop the lid of the piano, listening and purring as Tyronica sang, their eyes meeting occasionally.
"You know, Mistress... you should sing more often..." Ian said.  She smiled and set down the sheet music, rising and going to the window, wondering where Bren had escaped to.  The moon was full now entirely, she noted as she peered out over the rooftops, leaning out the window enough to see the high, glowing sphere.  Tyr smiled slightly and sighed, thinking that it was actually quite nice to feel at home somewhere for a change.  Bren made her comfortable and reminded her of home, which was something she missed desperately and frequently.  A soft, warm breeze whisked through the open window, lightly stirring her crimson tresses as she closed her eyes and let the moonlight's energy surge through her.
She was quiet and still, listening and smelling the air, concentrating and letting her mind drift out of her body.  Tyr had always been inclined with astral projection abilities, but lately it seemed she had at last come back into her powers in a strong way.  She had ceased to focus so forcefully upon the curse and the prophecy and just... exist.  She was very silent as the voices of others came to her mind while she traveled out over the city.
She was seeking a particular presence, one who'd been with her for a while... She'd been unable to reach him since yesterday and she now sought why.  He had been there with her during her nightmare in the illusion and it had been HE who had helped her realize the dream and HE who had led her back to Relis.  Where was he now? she wondered.  She could not sense him anywhere.  Perhaps he has gone on a journey, she thought... but... she honed in on a sorrowful mind... 'Damn it'... it was too old for her to enter, but she could sense it was troubled... female... and it was somehow linked to the one she was seeking.  Tyr focused in more, listening.  There was great sadness and tears, and as she lingered there upon the wind, pulling in the energy of the saddened female, she knew then that the one whom she was seeking was... gone.
Her eyes shot open then and her breath caught in her throat as her hand clutched at her white neck.  Ian sensed her mood's transformation and sprang off the piano wandering over to the window seat before her, looking up at his mistress and studying her.  "What is it, Milady?"  
Tyr could not answer audibly. No words were forming on her tongue, but she told the wildcat with her thoughts of what she'd just learned and it saddened the cat to see his mistress this way.  Tyr sank down onto the window seat, her bountiful skirts of black and creme lace noisily bustling about her little figure as she did so.  She could feel the sting of tears threatening to come, but she shook her head and would not allow herself to shed any more tears.  If Master Malkin left... he must have had good reason, she thought.
Tyr leaned back against the frame of the open window, her jaden eyes roaming over the town as she tried to clear her mind of its sadness now, but her heart felt dark and heavy.  Ian came to sit in her lap, a trilling meow coming from him as he brought his face to hers, his gold eyes searching her emotional face.  She sighed a great heavy sigh and looked to her little ocelot, granting him a nice scratch behind the ears.  "Oh, stop worrying about me so much, my darling.  I'll be all right.  Every spring yields to summer eventually.  Every tide rolls back out after it has risen to its fullest."   She stroked his silky fur and he curled up in her lacy lap after her stated assurances.  The two felines purred as they lounged there by the window; Tyr lost in memories, Ian lost in the comfort of his mistress' warm hands.