Diana perched herself on the foot of her bed and slipped out of her heels, neatly tucking her long legs to one side. The amount of skin she was showing these days was scandalous by Selene's standards. But Diana thought she might as well show off her assets.

Anyway, it was the fashion now.

She picked up her guitar, settling it against her chest. Effortlessly, her fingers danced over the strings, strumming out a lovely tune. "I don't have words for it yet," she said, ducking her head apologetically. "But the way the notes play...it makes me think of falling snow. Christmas."