[ Amon idly struck a piece of green-blue seaglass hanging amidst the collection of bones and metal of the windchime. He seemed to pay Sabriel no mind when she returned home, instead concentrating on how the seaglass reverberated against bone to produce and sweet, bell like noise. ]

I had hoped to see a strong breeze roll through here before you returned, but it looks as if you'll have to manage with silence for the time being.

[ With the mask it was difficult to tell if he was looking her way, but the dark slits cut into the wood were pointed in Sabriel's direction. ] I believe it goes- 'Merry Christmas.'