The girl was good at singing, he'll give her that. But then again, singing is an essential skill of that of a Skyloid's- their very being was basically the word 'Music' itself.
Said girl's name was 'Jadite', or 'Jade' for short. She was the first batch of Skyloids that had been deployed by the Kingdom to server as backup units as the Kingdom's warriors, in order to enchant their abilities during combat. Ryan never knew where they'd got the Skyloids from, since Skylandia was way too high up above the earth to be reached, but Jade seemed happy enough to accompany him, unlike the other Skyloids.
That or maybe there was the fact that the Skyloid had a bad wing and knew that she wouldn't be able to get very far, again, much different to that of the other Skyloids that had fled soon after a month or two. Ryan thought it was the most normal and understandable thing ever that the Skyloids fled- how would one feel if they were suddenly taken from their homes? Now, he was the only one who still had his 'backup unit', and, amazingly, the guild had let him keep her, even though they had stopped 'employing' Skyloids to aid them in their battles.
That was basically enough to convince Ryan that the Skyloids weren't brought back by their own wills. But that didn't explain why his Skyloid had never attempted to escape, or show any signs of distress. Skyloids weren't very good at hiding their emotions, since they often times express them through their songs and melodies, less a Skyloid in its early stages of development; a Down.
But Ryan wasn't about to complain. Heck, the Skyloid had proven her usefulness many times in battle- her ability to shield him from taking too much damage, the concentrated beams of energy that the girl can unleash that- even though not as damaging as he would have wanted them to be- never failed to hit their targets, and the way when the Skyloid sang, he seemed to regain all his strength back that he had lost during battle, and more.
Like he's said. Jade seemed more than happy to aid him.
But Ryan knew better than to think the Skyloid as another one of his equipment. He knew that, even though most people do not agree so, Skyloids were more human than they were. Well, at least, not as flawed because of their inabilities to feel much negative emotion. Yet, one can argue that that was what made them less human than themselves.
Emotions such as lust and wrath and greed were considered alien to the Skyloid girl. Ryan didn't know why, but he knew that Skyloids weren't capable of feeling strong negative emotions... Well, they were, but they were most likely to be driven mad with grief, and end up molting and wasting themselves away, unable to bear the kinds of burdens that these emotions had thrusted upon them. That was why Skyloids were the least hostile of anything he's even come to know, even though they hold great power with their spells of music.
Deadly, yet vulnerable at the same time. Interesting.
That was why Ryan had tried hard not to upset the Skyloid girl. At least, not to upset her too much. The Skyloid sometimes asked him such childish questions Ryan was having a hard time trying not the yell at her, screaming at her to "Just shut up and stop asking such foolish questions!" But then he would quickly remember that the hazel eyed girl was not human, no matter how much she looked or acted like one.
Skyloids would never come to understand the things that humans would, and could do.
Most of the time, when Ryan didn't feel like answering the Skyloid's questions, he would just ask her to busy herself into composing a song, or a simple tune, to which she would instantly agree to, and Ryan knew that, a few hours later, there would be the wounds of woodwinds and brasses and strings and an orchestra that would play the pieces of music that the Skyloid had written. To say that Ryan was completely freaked out when he discovered, for the first time, that all of the birds that were within the kingdom had been crammed into a single room just to sing the piece of music that the Skyloid had just written would be an understatement. He later came to realize that it was perfectly normal for the Skyloid, though, and e silently wondered how Skylandia would have sounded, day and night, since it was were billions of Skyloids lived.
Ryan was a bit taken back at the Skyloid's 'homemade' orchestra though, and the melodies that came along with it. It wasn't that the Skyloid's songs were unpleasant to ears, though. In fact, he kind of liked them. But something about her music just seemed... off. It didn't feel right. It felt as if something was missing, which was ridiculous, since Skyloids were basically the gods of music, and who was he to judge a god's work of art?
But then again, Jade was... flawed. She had no perfect wing to carry her, so maybe her music was flawed as well?
However, Jade's skill of 're-deduction' was, to say, surprisingly well-polished. Upon some of the musicians of the Kingdom hearing about the 'Choir of the Birds', they had requested that their music to be sung by the choir as well. Jade agreed and, with the experience of just conducting one single song of that of the musician's, she had know and learn the way- the style of that of the musician's pieces. Classical and Romantic and Thick and Light-toned songs became familiar to her all too soon, and she was even able to combine the different styles together to create one of her own. However, no matter what kind of style that Jade had adopted into her music, something just sounded... not right...
Ryan tried not to put too much thought into it though, since it didn't affect the Skyloid's abilities during battle. However, it was something that somehow just kept on bugging him to no end, until that one time where the boy and his Skyloid had sat under the big oak tree on the outskirts of the Kingdom. It was late summer, so the dark sky was like a more realistic approach of that of the ever famous painting "Starry Night".
"You can play the flute," Jade said, long brown hair tied behind her head as her eyes just... looked at the instrument that he'd had on his hands. He had absolutely no idea why he had decided to bring it with him. Maybe the Skyloid was rubbing off him.
"yeah, I can. My father taught me,"
"Can you play it?"
Ryan tilted his head to look at her. "I though I told you already, just now,"
"No. I meant, can you play it, now?"
He sat up. "Now?" He asked.
"Yes," The Skyloid nodded, "Now."
Shooting the Skyloid a confused look, he slowly brought the flute up to his face. He took a breath, before he began playing a simple six-note-tune that his father had taught him. He couldn't see it, but he heard the Skyloid began to hum, and soon, the strings joined, and not long after, the delightful tweeting of that of the woodwinds joined as well, and soon enough, the stars that hung were so dimly in the sky were the audiences of the two's orchestra.
It was then when Ryan finally knew what was missing in Jade's music. Jade pieces, even though peaceful and calming, was lacking something very important... a Melody. They were missing a Melody, a Melody to go along with her accompaniment that is her songs. And in the sounds of the humming strings and the whistling of the woodwinds and the rumbling of the brass that echos with the whirling of the winds and the rustling of the leaves, Ryan knew then, why the Skyloid had stayed with him.
He was the Melody to her Accompaniment.