The Sentinels toiveikas

The pale girl inquired to him about the meaning of his song, and the great hulking bear could not help but to offer her a chuckle that radiated with warmth. Even the laugh that rose from his mouth was deep in sound and lingered in his chest. As his argent gaze drew along her features, he found himself quite comforted by her presence. Though the emerald of her eyes did not strike him with familiarity, there was a way about her speech that afforded him thoughts of his homeland. “All songs have meaning, sweet child,” he answered her with a dipping of his skull. Lærke was not the type to simply hum a tune that did not carry the weight of some great tale upon its shoulders, but he was not averse to simple ditties. He had plenty of them stored inside.
 
Drawing his tail upward and flagging it in a show of encouragement, the bear gestured forward with his muzzle in a pointed fashion. “Your song. It has meaning, yes?” the soturi then inquired with a slight canting of his head to the left. The twinkle in his gaze was ever present; the conversation that was being passed between them was one that he had had with many others. Still, he did not want the child of the forest to feel as though she had anything to hide.
 
If she had a voice and a song to be shared, there could be no shame in that. But Lærke was a creature of great pride and honor. He wished only for the talents of others to be discovered. For Deirdre to feel reluctant about using her voice so freely was natural. It would only turn to tragedy if she should not wish to explore it further.