Wapun Meadow Sweet Melody

She hummed when the question was asked, taking a moment to consider it. "I can't remember, really.. my mother taught me when I was quite young." She said, eyes breathly flicking to the ivory furred man. "I was pretty squeamish, so I'm surprised I took to it so well."

"It sort of just.. became my role." She missed home for a moment as she said it. But no, leaving had been for the best. "I don't mind though - it's fun for me."

There was a clear passion for the work as she spoke. Something she had gained from her less desirable origins, the only piece of it that she was still willing to hold onto.