Barrow Fields and all the world was devils

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he is not noticed until later, but the boy beside him strengthens his voice and ysen falls back, content to harmonize with the sweet notes. the song is a siren-piece and he does not know the name; it is beautiful all the same, and ysen joins in the digging, meeting the youth's gaze and then turning away, still singing.
when they do finish he abandons the mounds to roam his eyes about the boy's frame, unabashedly admiring the gold of his fur, the way his locks tumble and fall neatly into place - he is a masterpiece than ysen paints into his mind.
"i serenade the sea, and the wind, and the brine of sea-salt rock, and i serenade you, surely. might i know your name, nightingale?"

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