Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191002222622/@comment-25828117-20191004230742

Lysilde felt quite nervous. Not only had it been ages since she had danced, it had been just as long since she had sung anything.

She started humming a tune that was familiar to Emile:

In Springtime We Turn

It was a song most mothers sung to their children in the reach. A lullaby that could fit to the cadence of a waltz.

Eventually once she got the right tone she started singing the words in a beautiful voice. She seemed surprised herself at how well it went, fearing she would've made a fool of herself. Well, that didn't help matters much. She still felt sort of like she was making a fool of herself.

The singing reached beyond the room, to Alvoran's and the sitting room where Cade sat.