Moonspear never be so kind you forget to be clever

When she was given permission to speak to her thoughts, Ariadne hesitated again. I do not know what to expect when singing the death songs, she admitted quietly, prioritizing the concern  that chewed at the back of her mind. There would be time for them to catch up once their sistraa was with the dancing lights.

Selfishly, I have to admit that I do not feel prepared and I do not want to mess up. Is there… anything I should be ready for?

Her honeyed eyes watched the children, and her heart broke for them all over again. She hung her head, closing her eyes and shaking her head briefly as she gave in to her grief.