Silvertip Mountain the songs are all the same

merrick watched in solemn awe and adoration and love;
this, this, should have been the gem of indra's nurturing in him!
oh if only she had seen the serpent within him as it grew!
if only she had fed him as he fed asperas now, in full and delighted acceptance of her inherent nature.
but he would not forget avicus, not ever, and presently merrick grew melancholy.
"soon you will need heavier bodies than this," he marvelled aloud.