Redsand Canyon lómëar

Lainie settled finally, her excitement contained just barely as the woman asked what she wanted to learn. It was of course the song, how to move her voice in a way that produced those pretty sounds. "The singing, please?" she was curious about the strange tongue she had sung in too but she had never even bothered to speak French, which she knew by heart. Her eyes fell for a moment to the plant the woman had by her paws and she sniffed at it, hints of mint and some other unknown, spicy kind of scent mixed in. There was a curious look on her face for a moment before she shrugged it off, not placing a plant to be more important than singing in the moment. 

Sorry my muse has been bad lately!