Let me know who you really are

Water carried sound like nothing else, and the girl would hear the whispers of a tune float down the stream of the rapids. The girl would pose, head above the water and her body on shore as she listened to its sounds. Abaven held a few singers she was sure, with her Bass and Harmony already a musical trio it was intriguing to see the other such wolves that came its way. She was certain she didn't know the face behind the voice, but she was intrigued ? the girl behind it had a clear, sweet voice and her instruments where the river that carried it along.



The song ended then and the brown mottled Queen shook herself from her revere and started a light jog beside the water. The singer wasn't far away and in a few moments Motif would get a glimpse of the pale Abaven girl across the other side of the water. Motif would stop there, perching on her edge of the rapids to look over at the other side. ?You sing beautifully? the brown girl called out, her voice cheerful and curious.