Saoirse kept her mouth shut and waited. She wasn't really sure why or what she waited for, but they had reached an impasse it would seem.
As the minutes ticked by, she pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her head on top, never moving her eyes away from her puzzle. Her Vrae.
She'd become pretty possessive over him, like a child clung to a new toy. A dangerous toy, but something new and exciting nevertheless.
What would happen if she decided to leave? Would he follow or would he stay? Part of her wanted to experiment, but despite her confident demeanor, she really wasn't sure if he found her interesting enough or not. He had clearly not killed her yet, as was evident by her being...well...not dead. But...was she interesting enough to follow?
She certainly hoped so, but she wasn't ready to concede if she was wrong.
Still so many questions.
As the time past, she found herself composing and began humming absentmindedly. She didn't tap into any magics this time, just let the music itself flow through her.
Her music did not rely on her magic. She had been raised by elves. She herself was half elven. Her talents were Gods given and she had honed them tirelessly over the years.
(tw: suicide in song description)
Then she sang, a mournful tune that lent itself well to her smooth soprano voice. Each note flowed into the next with a virtuosity rarely heard outside of elven circles. She sang, in Elvish, of a young woman who fell in love and gave her whole heart to one who could never love her back. She sang of their failed attempts to couple, their failed attempts to remain faithful and true. She sang of the woman's decline into solitude and despair as her true love left with another before leaping to her death from the cliffs into the sea. The ending candences were wordless rise and falls of her voice mimicking the feeling of the waves crashing; the ebb and flow of the tide.
The song ended as her voice decrescendoed into silence.
