"I see. Is it that your tribe is more scattered, or that you were merely drawn away from them as life went on?" Felih asks curiously, ears up. But when the topic is music, he seems to relax even further.
Felih hums a little, nodding. "It's true. In a sense, it's comforting- for a work to survive through the eons." He pauses for a long moment, as if seriously considering what to say and how much to say about his tribe- there is a reason he reveals no clan when he introduces himself, clanless and secretive.
But some things... well, they're harmless to share, aren't they?
"...My tribe has ever been fond of song and dance. It is a part of our daily lives, things in our prayers and celebrations, in greetings and goodbyes. Things in song can be passed down..." And then he takes a breath, and sings, voice mellow and lovely, his cheeks darkening as he looks away from his companion. He seems unusually shy about this, considering how much of a vain and prideful showman he usually is, dancing and singing to raise spirits in the camps, in the taverns wherever he goes.
"Obsession, it takes control, Obsession, it eats me whole. I can't say the words out loud, So in rhyme I wrote you down. Now you'll live through the ages, I can feel your pulse in the pages.
I have written you down Now you will live forever And all the world will read you And you will live forever In eyes not yet created On tongues that are not born I have written you down Now you will live forever!
Your body lies upon the sheets, of paper in words so sweet. I can't say the words, so I wrote you into my verse. Now you'll live through the ages, I can feel your pulse in the pages!
I have written you down Now you will live forever And all the world will read you, And you will live forever..."
He pauses, and then clears his throat, cheeks still burning, and resumes speaking. "...that is to say, song immortalizes the things we hold dear. And we take it quite seriously."
si~! unfortunately headcanon is all we have for most tribes ;w;
Felih hums a little, nodding. "It's true. In a sense, it's comforting- for a work to survive through the eons." He pauses for a long moment, as if seriously considering what to say and how much to say about his tribe- there is a reason he reveals no clan when he introduces himself, clanless and secretive.
But some things... well, they're harmless to share, aren't they?
"...My tribe has ever been fond of song and dance. It is a part of our daily lives, things in our prayers and celebrations, in greetings and goodbyes. Things in song can be passed down..." And then he takes a breath, and sings, voice mellow and lovely, his cheeks darkening as he looks away from his companion. He seems unusually shy about this, considering how much of a vain and prideful showman he usually is, dancing and singing to raise spirits in the camps, in the taverns wherever he goes.
"Obsession, it takes control,
Obsession, it eats me whole.
I can't say the words out loud,
So in rhyme I wrote you down.
Now you'll live through the ages,
I can feel your pulse in the pages.
I have written you down
Now you will live forever
And all the world will read you
And you will live forever
In eyes not yet created
On tongues that are not born
I have written you down
Now you will live forever!
Your body lies upon the sheets,
of paper in words so sweet.
I can't say the words,
so I wrote you into my verse.
Now you'll live through the ages,
I can feel your pulse in the pages!
I have written you down
Now you will live forever
And all the world will read you,
And you will live forever..."
He pauses, and then clears his throat, cheeks still burning, and resumes speaking. "...that is to say, song immortalizes the things we hold dear. And we take it quite seriously."