Cassiopeia's View alianaigijara

The moment was pure, unbothered bliss. A kindredness to the earth as she swears her heart beat syncs with its ancient one. A pulse that is heavy and sacred—one that serves to remind her of her roots, her faith. There were songs everywhere, should one listen close enough—the hymn of tree's leaves and limbs swaying in wind, the waves of tall grass, the shuffle of flowers...

Sinnatomak felt renewed. As if the winds that led her here had breathed back life into her lungs. To say she was happy felt like an understatement—and perhaps she wouldn't try to name the feeling that swells her heart. It is one left unsaid, but felt deeply. 

And then, there is a new song. One...dreadfully out of tune. It rouses the woman from her rest, compelling her to lean forward so she may peek over the edge of the cliff side she perched upon. The lush fur of her cheeks cascading downward with gravity, curious eyes watching a man make his way up the crags. 

For a moment, she simply watches. Listens to that odd tune that is his to sing. It makes her smile—and then it makes her laugh. "Is that song yours?" She calls down to him. "I don't think I've ever heard one so...interesting." A gentle tease. Friendly, inviting.