When the Drums Remembered Respect

Previously

…"Now," Elara said, her voice gaining a subtle strength, "take the stick. Hold it lightly, not like a weapon, but like a feather. Feel its balance. Feel its promise." Kaelen took the drumstick. It felt surprisingly light, almost ethereal, in his hand. He gripped it gently, his fingers finding a natural resting place. "The first beat," Elara instructed, "is a greeting. A gentle tap, a soft hello. It is not a demand for sound, but an invitation. Listen for its response." Kaelen brought the stick down, his hand steady. He tapped the drumhead, a soft, resonant thump. It was a sound barely audible, yet it seemed to bloom outwards, a gentle ripple in the air. He waited, holding his breath. For