Felih hums curiously, taking in the words, before he feels his cheeks darken and burn. "I'm... glad. The songs we hold dear to us mean all the world, when the right one sings it," he says softly, before he goes darker still.
"Oh, well... of course. I wouldn't do for someone like me to have not penned a few songs of my own, but- well. Sometimes it's a bit difficult, to give voice to the verse, knowing that its subject may overhear you," he says, an unusual bashfulness to him.
He turns his gaze back to the crystal expanse of Mor Dhona, and the tower that glimmers above. "...there are many things, places, people I hold dear. Some gone now, some out of reach. But in song, I remember. In song, I can give voice to the feelings I was too cowardly to admit any other way."
yes! it's fun having the freedom, but i also worry that one day SE might smash our worldbuilding ;w;
"Oh, well... of course. I wouldn't do for someone like me to have not penned a few songs of my own, but- well. Sometimes it's a bit difficult, to give voice to the verse, knowing that its subject may overhear you," he says, an unusual bashfulness to him.
He turns his gaze back to the crystal expanse of Mor Dhona, and the tower that glimmers above. "...there are many things, places, people I hold dear. Some gone now, some out of reach. But in song, I remember. In song, I can give voice to the feelings I was too cowardly to admit any other way."