Silvertip Mountain I've got you baby

He watched her sing for a while, his eyes focused on her throat as it vibrated. He licked his lips, wondering if it looked different than the others he had examined. Or was she simply using it differently? His trail of thought broke as she turned to him, a look of apology on her face. He smiled in what he thought — hoped — was a friendly manner: Zere ist no need for apologies, Fraülien, He smiled gently. You have a beautiful voice,