Hello Echo

Not much time would pass before Poem started to feel the alcohol within her, She was a little fuzzy and much warmer. She couldn’t quite say she was giddy but she was surprised at how pleasant the experience was. Especially in the cold of the cave. Sparhawk was so joyous it was easy for her to relax into a lulled state. She hadn’t forgotten the challenges facing her, but she found herself caring just a little less.

Sparhawk was almost too much to believe, he was all smiles and good natured laughs. Poem wasn’t sure when the last time she had felt so at ease with the world. When was the last time she laughed? Her life was consumed in sorrow and loss for so long had she forgotten how to be happy? The girl brooded quietly, much darker than the bright man nearby. She did smile as he exclaimed about her ‘babushka’ which she assumed was the same word she used for her Rhythm. It was a sweet sounding name, and Poem quite liked it.

”Do you think there’s clay down here?” She asked softly, head tilting lightly. ”I’m sure we could provide you with what you need.” Poem assured him , if he would help her find the materials she was sure that Rhythm and herself could help him with his big pots.

Thankfully the gentleman didn’t make any reaction to her sudden fluster. She sighed inwardly about her choice of wording, but he didn’t fuss about that either. Sparhawk actually agreed with her as he settled in comfortably. Her dark ears perked forward, he enjoyed her voice so much he wished to continue, to sing some more in the cold darkness. Poem’s inhibitions were muffled lightly and she was much more agreeable to the idea.

Before she could answer with a song he decided for her that without words would be best, and she had to agree. Learning words was difficult, learning a melody was easy. Deciding to take another drink was the challenge. He didn’t pressure her, only offered another sip if that was what she wanted. Tentatively Poem took another sip and settled herself as he did on the ground.

Closing her blue and lavender gave she listened quietly to Sparhawk, swaying slightly to his baritone voice. She found the rhythm and replied with her own sweet voice, its sound full of the emotions that filled her. A sorrowed note fell from her lips as the pair of them sang to create a heartbreaking melody. It was easy for Poem to lose herself in the music, and she felt her tears well up in her lightly closed eyes.