"Come on, Zu," Aithusa said, watching the wolf practically finish the ale in one gulp. "You'll kill yourself drinking like that." Aithusa took hold of his pint and repeated exactly what Zukiro had, leaning his back against the wall with a wide smile.
Celegwen walked over, running her slender fingers along the beautiful wood of the piano in the room. She sat down on the stool and danced over the keys, performing a tune a traveler once played for her. Her voice was much more beautiful than one would expect from someone like her, and it was surprising to see her open up like she was.
"Come over the hills, my joyous Ketran lad.
Come over the hills to your darling.
You choose the rose now, I'll make the vow,
And I'll be your true love forever.
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows,
Fair is the lily of the valley,
Clear is the water that flows from the stream,
But my love is fairer than any.
'Twas down by Adela's green woods that we strayed
When the moon and the stars they were shining.
The moon shone its rays on his locks of silver hair
And he swore he'd be my love forever.
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows,
Fair is the lily of the valley,
Clear is the water that flows from the stream,
But my love is fairer than any.
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows,
Fair is the lily of the valley,
Clear is the water that flows from the stream,
But my love is fairer than any.
My love is fairer than any."
Aithusa watched her with a small smile and looked at Zu when she had finished.