Broken Antler Fen i am a fallen angel

roswell peers around again, hoping that he might find a face or some sort of strange colored eyes peering at him in the lush greenery around them ...but those pesky trolls indeed do hide too well. disappointment threatens to flood roswell but his attention is once more snagged by maia when she tells him that she sings to them.

curiously, his head tilts as he regards her.

trolls like the songs? roswell inquires; contemplating.

he already knows his answer before it bursts from his lips with unbridled puppy energy; like if he holds it in he might erupt with the force of it, yes! and then quiet, as if sharing a secret with her asks, song is magic?