Deepwood Weald Mythical Mithril

Moira waited for a response to the hummed tune. She hoped he would just hum it, and then be on his way. But once more, Marruz was full of surprises. And even offered a name for the tune, not just any name either. Her name for it. She frowned at the notion.

"Name it...after me?" She cocked her head, as if almost amused now as the frown disappeared. "I...well, I guess I do sing it a lot...but it makes it only mine now, doesn't? Only mine to sing?" she mused with a sly look.