Ruka smiles a little and shakes her head. "No. Unfortunately it was a dying profession when I was born; My mother was one of the last ones, but she still taught me what she knew."

Just in case, she supposes. She taps lightly on the paper, mimicking playing keys. "Some of the music they'd play, for example. And the idea of 'Moonsounds.' Everyone's soul has a different sound. It's generally weak, and may get louder or quieter depending on their mood, but it stays constant through their lives. Unless Moonlight Syndrome disrupts it. But everyone's..." She trails off, looking up as she tries to figure out how to describe it. "Everyone's made of music. It's the shrine maidens' job to hear them and play music that accompanies the sounds, to soothe or heal or whatever else is needed.

I don't remember much of it anymore, but my hearing's always been sharp and I take better to music than others usually do."