It was time for her eyes to sparkle and a mischievous smile crept onto her lips as she leaned forward to rest her elbow on her knee and her chin in her hand. She was almost completely covered in this position, but that wasn't why she took it. No, being naked was a human issue, not one from the Bloodmoon Elves.
"Oh. So many things, nin vrae." But he had to know that already. No one in his position would go through life without at least a small curiosity as to what others said about you. She wouldn't be surprised if he knew each and every one. Maybe not to sing it, but certainly by lyric or by melody.
Her eyes danced as she began to sing.
"Out there along the eastern hills amidst the dying lands,
Where children cry and women shudder alone in misery,
For once did come a shadow great, and screams replace commands.
Until the sun doth rise again and shadows chased away,
For there is nothing more to fear - no fear, no more, of Dey."
The first verse was slow and minor with many chromatic modulations and tritones laced throughout to paint the picture of something horrible and spooky. But then the tone shifted and the haunting melody changed into something jaunty and bubbly that would likely be accompanied by much drunken dancing.
"He stands just shy of four feet high,
His grin askew, his grin askew,
He showers naught and smells of lye
His words do coo, his words do coo.
With arms so long they reach the ground
With eyes so black so small so round
With teeth so gold and grossly browned
No fear, no more, of Dey, of Dey
Ole ola ole ole."
