“Nimlith: Morning…
Nimlith steps forward to the edge, raising her arms.
Nimlith sings a few wordless, high notes in her husky voice, seemingly unconscious of the elf beside her.
Clill smiles upon the tune of Nimlith.
Clill: You welcome the morning in a special way.
Nimlith: Special…?
Clill: To greet Anor’s return… like that… it is special.
Clill: For my simple soul it is… at least.
Nimlith: Every day is special, every time is special.
Nimlith: When it is the time to sing, I sing.
Clill: You are… so…
Clill leaves his words to pass into the air.
Nimlith: I am Nimlith.” —Nimlith is Nimlith. (Excessively so.)
Nimlith steps forward to the edge, raising her arms.
Nimlith sings a few wordless, high notes in her husky voice, seemingly unconscious of the elf beside her.
Clill smiles upon the tune of Nimlith.
Clill: You welcome the morning in a special way.
Nimlith: Special…?
Clill: To greet Anor’s return… like that… it is special.
Clill: For my simple soul it is… at least.
Nimlith: Every day is special, every time is special.
Nimlith: When it is the time to sing, I sing.
Clill: You are… so…
Clill leaves his words to pass into the air.
Nimlith: I am Nimlith.” —Nimlith is Nimlith. (Excessively so.)