The Sunspire little star

To say that Wraen was not good at singing was an understatement. But in the company of this unassuming youth, who seemed to love all and every sounds and noises that were coming her way, finding everything novel and interesting, she could at least pretend for a little while that she could hold a tune. In time Ibis would probably hear better performances and find more proficient teachers, perhaps, become a great bard herself. 

"Well, the rest of the song is similar - with all of the ducks disappearing and coming back again," Wraen summed up the story, taking that she had strained her vocal chords enough for one day. "Want to hear a little tale instead?" she offered, though knew that in this was not entirely fair. Because - first - the kid had no idea, what she was saying. Second - Ibis did not really have a choice, did she?