Deepwood Weald Mythical Mithril

Moira was unsure on how to rely to that, now. A creation of her own. For others to...enjoy. That thought took a wide berth, and she shook her head to clear it. All she ever had always ended up being destroyed by her own carelessness. Then again, it was just a song...right? She cleared her mind again at the thought.

"Right...only mine. Would be odd to hear others singing it, but...I guess." Moira put a lot of thought into it. Then, a smile. The kind of smile someone has when an idea comes to mind. "Yes, it is quite a nice thought" she mused aloud.

"The singing, to me...well who knows. Maybe you may get better at it" she returned quickly, smiling. A gentle smile, one she had not worn for a long time. Maybe Marruz was warming up to her. And for once, she didn't clear her mind at that.