If he focuses on his own unwritten song, just a slew of notes, in order to push out the sheer annoyance from the presence of the children, he can see further on the edge of their linked minds. Using Istredd's own awareness, the thrum between them, the song, the children. On the edge, just a flicker. The shadowy figures towering above the dolls, not the children. There and gone, sunk under the dam of minds and the filtering-in of lullaby and would-be horror movie openings.

Lucifer doesn't so much ignore it as he does simply just listen to Istredd, changing his pitch in rapid motion first. Sharp, shrill, Lucifer's own change of tone given to song. He picked up the flute as a gag, an annoyance; began as annoyance and that's what he easily churns up.

He hopes other teachers can hear the irritant.

Shrill falls into classic haunting themes. Jarred, out of place, pulling away just shy of what should logically be the next notes in a run and drastically, rudely, going in the opposite direction.

To think that after a year of flute-dabbling he's gotten good enough that he can skillfully conjure bad and wrong.