fabled foreign tongues [Seasonal Event]

His laughter meets her declaration, ringing triumphant through the tangled trees. She laughs in turn - she cannot help it - her alto voice rising in a rusty lilt, delight and abashment lighting up her voice and face. The song is perfectly senseless, the whole seen absurd in its unexpectedness. Amalia is not sure what they are doing, but she enjoys it nonetheless, this game played in the expanse between shadow and light. Her smile lingers as his verse continues, though she tilts her head confusedly. Many of the words are foreign to the girl, and the concept of an inebriated ram in the ocean makes very little sense. She has never seen the ocean, but she is confident it is not a place for sheep. Nonetheless the girl is enthused, and gamely she answers once again: "That's a lie, that's a lie, that's a lie, lie, lie!" The luxere, too, seems emboldened by their song; it creeps closer as the pair cajole, luminous antlers bobbing in an uneven attempt to keep tune. Amalia kneels as the creature approaches, her cloaks falling beneath her as she lowers herself into the light snow, slender fingers reaching out to stroke the deer's soft cheek. "That's a lie, that's a lie, that's a lie, lie, lie." she is quick to contribute on her cue, but her voice is softer now, gentler as she soothes the beast. She lets the last note linger for a moment, roll off her tongue and fade away, before half-turning toward the man concealed once more among the trees. Face obscured by a curtain of hair, she does not look at him... but nor does she look away. "Have you ever pet a luxere, Mr. Shade?" amalia i've been watching your kindness keep a lonely company - look at the fire and think of me