Marcus
someone wise told me once
to keep my chin held high
to keep my chin held high
Marcus had little trained musical ability. His mother had been an amazing singer and passed that trait on to Margot, but Marcus could do little more than match pitch. There was no harmonizing, no melody coming from him. He listened to Amhran sing for a few bars and then added what he could with humming and adding in some whistles as he felt appropriate.
It was all he could do.
Cerulean eyes flicked from the Rae demigod to the gentle slope he hoped the luxere would crest. He kept humming along, low and rumbling, following the lead of Amhran and the contributions of the others. He wondered what would be their next step if the luxere were to come, and suddenly a prickle of anxiety started up from the bottom of his spine.
He hoped he didn't do anything to scare them away. Trying to lure them in this way was such a different experience than hunting them.
Marcus sings!
It was all he could do.
Cerulean eyes flicked from the Rae demigod to the gentle slope he hoped the luxere would crest. He kept humming along, low and rumbling, following the lead of Amhran and the contributions of the others. He wondered what would be their next step if the luxere were to come, and suddenly a prickle of anxiety started up from the bottom of his spine.
He hoped he didn't do anything to scare them away. Trying to lure them in this way was such a different experience than hunting them.
Marcus sings!
and be brave
