Aha... of course... Perhaps I should demonstrate my ability, and we shall see what will work best for us.
[She thinks for a moment. Would she know any songs that he would know? Perhaps not, but one song does come to her mind.
The Dolorosa pulls in a breath, straightens her shoulders and begins, a faintly lilting and quivering tone underlying her voice. It's a song of the slaves, one composed, unintentionally, to the tempo of swelling waves and the pounding of a drum, but sitting by the quiet tide it takes on a slightly different rhythm, old and melancholy and infinitely sadder when sung by a single voice.
Yet there's beauty in it, too. They had to find beauty in things, during the dark days, lest they all go mad for the lack of it.]
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[She thinks for a moment. Would she know any songs that he would know? Perhaps not, but one song does come to her mind.
The Dolorosa pulls in a breath, straightens her shoulders and begins, a faintly lilting and quivering tone underlying her voice. It's a song of the slaves, one composed, unintentionally, to the tempo of swelling waves and the pounding of a drum, but sitting by the quiet tide it takes on a slightly different rhythm, old and melancholy and infinitely sadder when sung by a single voice.
Yet there's beauty in it, too. They had to find beauty in things, during the dark days, lest they all go mad for the lack of it.]