Athessa smiles at him and then tips her chair back again, looking up at the ceiling as she thinks. There was a song she knew once, how did it go? She starts to tap her fingers, letting the rhythm remind her.
The song she sings is upbeat, a steady rolling beat the likes of which would be best suited for dancing to, and the words a little ironic for anyone who can understand Elven. It being the kind of song meant to be sung on a loop or in a queue with others, it doesn't take long to get through.
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Athessa smiles at him and then tips her chair back again, looking up at the ceiling as she thinks. There was a song she knew once, how did it go? She starts to tap her fingers, letting the rhythm remind her.
The song she sings is upbeat, a steady rolling beat the likes of which would be best suited for dancing to, and the words a little ironic for anyone who can understand Elven. It being the kind of song meant to be sung on a loop or in a queue with others, it doesn't take long to get through.
"Song for song, an even trade."