Ravenshook Cliffs serendipity

he felt some semblance of gratification at the compliment of his song, but it is the manner in which it is spoken that left the dryad more curious than anything else.

those of his homeland sung for all desires. prayers were chanted, ambitions rendered into passionate choirs.

to cry out and sing was crafted into the marrow of his bones. to imagine a place that did not follow such practices...

"thank you," comes the throaty rumble of his voice, lips pulled upward to form a cheerful smile. "it is easy to sing when the spirits join me." the waves, the wind, the birds in the sky — each one a valuable piece of the orchestra.

"do you sing as well?" he asked with genuine interest.