Herbalists' Cache Al I want to do is be with you

"It’s the subject of a song that makes the singing pretty," Tumeric said. "Without something lovely to sing about, music isn’t much else but noise, isn’t it?"

Eshe had never thought of it that way.

She mulled over it momentarily, appreciating how the statement scratched an itch in her brain that she had never thought about before. "I've never considered the song’s inspiration when it comes to one's singing voice—but I also have to acknowledge that one's genetics play into it, too." She looked almost apologetic as she fell silent—her ears falling back and smiling meagerly—but she had yet to find a way to quell her word vomit when it came up.

Quickly, she sought to redirect the conversation.

"You must be thinking of something quite lovely then." Or someone—she considered, knowing the lovestruck notes all too well.