Nahli would open her mouth to answer, only to find that Odette answering before she could get a word out. She opted to smile instead. "I am fiercely glad that you found some good in those days. I do not believe I could imagine a dour Odette." Setting her lyre-harp gently to the side, she takes up the offered flask, taking a healthy pull. The liquor burned going down, causing the miqo to cough and sputter. "Ahem...Gods...I think I shall stick to honey mead."Â
She would sit back, pulling the bottom of her breeches out of her boots. "I've always been fascinated with song, and I always loved to sing and dance when I was little. I supposed I am blessed in a way. I still have that love, that passion for song. That is something that can never be taken. You have a similar passion. If you didn't, you wouldn't still be singing and playing."Â
Now comfortable, Nahli would lay back on her pad, staring up at the dark ceiling of the cavern. A small laugh slips from her. "I do not think I am ready for such a feat. I am good as an archer, aye, but I do not know if I am -that- good. Some day mayhap. Some day mayhaps I will be as good as Gilbert the Godsbow."
She would sit back, pulling the bottom of her breeches out of her boots. "I've always been fascinated with song, and I always loved to sing and dance when I was little. I supposed I am blessed in a way. I still have that love, that passion for song. That is something that can never be taken. You have a similar passion. If you didn't, you wouldn't still be singing and playing."Â
Now comfortable, Nahli would lay back on her pad, staring up at the dark ceiling of the cavern. A small laugh slips from her. "I do not think I am ready for such a feat. I am good as an archer, aye, but I do not know if I am -that- good. Some day mayhap. Some day mayhaps I will be as good as Gilbert the Godsbow."
