Wild Berry Meadow singing right at you

it's no problem :)

"haan, i sing. you can be the judge of whether i'm good or not," he said lightly, answering her first question, before tackling the second. "now i'm intrigued. you're composing something of your own? let's hear it, then."

it was fascinating to find an artist in the teekon wilds. down south, despite human incursions into territory, life seemed less dire, thus he had come across more singers, dancers, tellers of tales and such. but here, in the north. . .it was different. all about survival. there were warriors and hunters, healers and scouts, but few poets. few musicians.

hearing starbelly sang made aditya homesick for an instant, which was ridiculous, considering he had never really had a fixed home. but the southern coast, for all its vastness, had been his stomping ground since birth, and she reminded him so much of its denizens.