Overture Downs Feel quite clean in this new skin that we have grown.

If she could've blushed, she would have. It was one thing to be singing before someone she trusted - like Okeanos or Gannet - but to be caught by someone she didn't know felt wrong, and to be complimented made her heart lodge itself in her throat. Her belly fluttered indecisively. It felt good to have someone notice her skill though; Ibis didn't have many of them, and the fastest way to her heart was by complimenting her, apparently. Thank you. She shyly intoned, her gaze dropping from the moon to look out upon the sunny hillside.

As he compared himself to the sound of a dying moose she smirked and let out a small girlish giggle. Although Ibis had no idea what a moose sounded like - or what it was - she quickly countered his argument: Everyone says they can't sing, but that's not true. Its like any skill - it takes time and effort. She was enthusiastic about this even though, earlier, she hadn't really believed such a thing about herself. She always compared herself to others and found herself lacking; it was easier to preach a good message than to practice it. 

Offhandedly she offered, I could teach you.