Lion Head Mesa Running is a victory

Genie allowed herself to preen, just for a moment. It had been a long time since she sang, and well, it wasn't really a good memory - more bittersweet, you could say. She had promised herself to never go back to those days, and so shook those unwanted thoughts away now, unwilling to let her good mood pass so easily. "It's not really..my profession, my hobby, really," she answered with a shrug of her shoulders.

The older woman suggested that they harmonise, and Genie, although hesitant at first, agreed soon enough. She opened her maw and started singing, and Pipin joined her voice with hers. It was a beautiful sound, the yearling thought, almost wistfully, and she turned her eyes to the distant sky, at the stars that shone and glittered and wondered what would happen if things had been different.

All too quickly, the song ended, and Genie was left with more emotions that she should feel, listening and singing to a nursery rhyme, and a nostalgia that sought to swallow her alive.

The fae swallowed thickly and managed a soft smile. "You sing really well," she said, licking her lips.