They contribute more notes, the refrain taking shape; Amalia mulls it over in her mind, a mental smile and pulse of adoration let out to her feathered companions. They both offer good contributions, the rhyme scheme working in delicate balance; the verse she gives is a combination of their efforts, open in the air for their approval.
[say]Safrin, Safrin, beautiful and proud
Powerful and mighty, never one in a crowd
Goddess of sky, star and cloud
In your honor our heads are bowed.
One more verse?[/say] the owl suggests, clearly thrilled with their progress so far. [say]About our hopes for the future?[/say]
What do you hope for the future? No order.
[say]Safrin, Safrin, beautiful and proud
Powerful and mighty, never one in a crowd
Goddess of sky, star and cloud
In your honor our heads are bowed.
One more verse?[/say] the owl suggests, clearly thrilled with their progress so far. [say]About our hopes for the future?[/say]
What do you hope for the future? No order.