Phoenix Maplewood Conglomerate

Easy offered a bright smile in greeting, gladly matching her pace to Sunny's. It was nice to be complimented, even if she was a bit embarrassed to have been caught singing of all things. "No - well, not until now," she said a bit shyly, shooting Sunny a querying look. "Does it really sound nice?" she asked cautiously. She could hold a tune, she'd found, but her voice was sort of deeper and brassier than Lavender and Pema and Catori's. It was something she had learned but newly to be self-conscious of.