Playing a dirge on a lyre was a little more difficult, but not impossible. She contemplated the tune for a moment before shifting into the dirge, the tune borrowed heavily from many others, but it was something she made up. It had to be, no one really wrote a dirge for a lyre and so she had to make minute adjustments.

She took a deep breath and kept looking around. She saw the Gothorita, both of them, and offered them a smile. The Mr. Mime was behind her, however, and she could only shift so far without affecting her playing.

Even as the air became a bit more chilly, Ami could not notice, her body too cold to notice.