You be sweet and I'll be grateful

The sound of singing drew her in. It echoed off the ice and filled the air with a choir of ethereal voices. How could she not follow that to its source? It would be a shame not to investigate. Curiosity provided a spring to her step and Warja found herself weaving around the ice with growing anticipation.

There. Rounding a spire, the singer came into view. The fae was many yards ahead of her and walking away. Warja picked up her pace, intent on speaking to to her. She waited until she was within speaking distance before announcing her presence. Her tone friendly, she offered, "You have a lovely voice."



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