Redtail Rise ritenuto

At first he felt sorry for her, when she confirmed that she did not sing. He couldn't imagine a world where he couldn't add his songs to it, or share those songs with others. He'd have never sung with Chacal, or shared Avicus' pain of losing so many things to change.

She wasn't him. And sometimes, maybe, he forgot to listen. He hadn't been able to sing in a while and maybe that was why. He'd been so tied up in his own insecurities, he couldn't remember the last time he'd simply stopped and let the music around him tell him what to say.

There's a lot of beautiful things to listen to. He replied, acknowledging it with a real smile. She reminded him a bit of Augur, except there was a softness in her that he didn't have. They were the same generosity in two different forms, but both had a way of helping him put things in perspective.

My favorite is a storm, but before the wind gets strong. It's like a song, with the rain and the thunder, but one we can't sing. So we have to make our own to go with it. He knew it sounded ridiculous and sentimental, and he felt self-conscious sharing it. There were other sounds he loved too - the thunder of a herd, or the singing of the birds. But the storm brought an entire experience, and the scents and sights only added. There was magic in that.