When she closes her eyes and starts playing on the harp, Cookie tends to drift into a trance. As she seems to block out the world around her, her harp serves as a conduit for the music that burns within her soul. As her claws dance between the strings, the music comes alove around the harp, colors and shapes of light radiating from the harp itself. Her music is not just for entertainment, or to get money. It's the music of her soul.

Art by  WereCrow
Cookie belongs to me