Wild Berry Meadow foreign creature; gift is a burden

In truth, she'd expected something more like his cringe-worthy rhyme, and the siren was unable to hide completely the pleasant surprise that glinted in her gaze. Helia canted her head a moment as she committed, carefully, the lyrics to memory, a moment silence after Engel had asked his question. The smile that touched her muzzle now was closer to genuine, and she dipped her head. "good - I liked it." She admitted, shifting contently. It was a desperate sort of romance that he sang of, and his voice wasn't all the bad. Rather, it was fairly good; of course, not as good as her own (she was a rather prideful creature).