Ravensblood Forest [m] It's all fire and brimstone, baby, so let's go outside

he'd found himself a safe spot from the heat, some lengths into the woods, yet not far enough not to smell and hear his beloved ocean. sprawled on his belly beneath the entwined boughs of two trees, like an odd, oversized flower, the nightingale hummed to himself in attempt to remember a particular song...

saemwhere, ouer th' raaainbouuu~ no, that didn't seem right. he shook his head and tried again.

saem-vhhhere, ouer th' rain-bou, beneath his cords the bard's brows knit in thought. then, his tongue lolled out in a pleased smile. that was closer.

waey up hiiigh...