Deepwood Weald Mythical Mithril

Moira held her tongue after that. She had not even meant to snap, and she knew snapping on anything it would raise only more questions. As she relaxed upon her perch up on the rock, she still had her eyes narrowed. 

He began to hum her tune once more, and she huffed. Glancing away now. Till his next question, did she look back. Did she know others? Well most of the time, she combined syllables.

"Here and there, I know some others...why do you ask, then? Want me to teach you, do you?" Moira asked to the male.