"The valley green was so serene,
in the middle ran a stream so blue..."
Oribella sang to herself as she sat on her cot, unbraiding the sections of her golden mess of hair that had been twisted together with no real rhyme or reason. Even in the dead of night, she was a noisy little thing. Tired, too. But mostly noisy.
"A maiden fair, in despair,
once had met her true love there..."
There was rarely a time when she wasn't singing nowadays. Or ever, really. It'd been hard to learn to sing and play the lute at the same time, or sing and dance, but she was getting better at it. The songs were often lively, raunchy, and a little better for dancing.
But tonight was a lullaby.
And it seemed to be working. Oribella's hen, Primrose, was already conked out. Probably having little chicken dreams.
The hobbit shook out her mane and closed her eyes, hitting the chorus. Her favorite part. The song wasn't exactly lively, but the melody was a bit of an earworm.
"Promise me when you see a white rose,
you'll think of me...
I love you so,
never let go..."
And the final lines probably woke anyone trying to sleep in the vicinity of her wagon. Something about a 'ghost of a rose'. Goodness, the girl could belt.
"SOME OF US ARE TRY'NA SLEEP, YA USELESS WENCH!"
Oh, how she hated Bree.
