The Riverwidow begins to drum on her thighs a slow steady beat, her voice low but then lifting in a solemn and even tone, its very much a steady calm but then uplifting chant like the flow of waves, her voice rolling over Leorhan and Aewind.
"Father, Mother, song of gladness..."
"Every flowing is the anthem....."
"in the river of blood abiding.... "
"Ever flowing by our oars..."
"Voice of joy that cannot die...."
"I ever raised by voices on high"
"Thus they sing eternally....."
"May we never touch the shores ..again"
The pair had coaxed her to raise her voice and teased her to play her fiddle. Something she was very poor at. The chant came easy after so many years of silence. Visions sweeping over her once more of distant waves. Dreams of water without shores seeping into her mind once more. The ancient chant of her people from long ago and far away. Handed down over time and up the rivers. Settling them down into the rivers of recent generations. A soft sigh fills her and she looks over her friends. Friends. Something she hasn't had since leaving her lands. She had told Es and Nen she had friends in Herne but she just knew people, connections. It was nice being free to wander and be with others now. Content and happy she finished the pheasant meat, she would bring them quail next time.
