choir practice (open)

Lily sing me a song of a lass that is gone Oh Lily knows she sounds good. But it was kind of the boy to say so. Even if he hadn’t, she still would have thought the echoes from the quiet winter nights and empty Outskirts provided great acoustics. She manages to stifle a chuckle at his terminology.Female person. “So… you’ve never heard of Killarney?” she asks, curiously. The colonist may not know exactly where the city is, but she’s heard of it, as a place where people - particularly other indentured servants - come from. It’s across the ocean, in Ireland. Anyway. Looking at the bag the guy is pointing to, Lily scoots around a couple of the luxere and grabs it, fishing through for a handful of hay and holding it slightly above the luxere’s reach, just so they won’t grab at it yet. “That’s ok. They like certain things in people, and they’ll probably follow us if we ration it a bit.” Saying so, the redhead offers the handful to the nearest doe and then begins to edge her way towards the Temple, hoping the mass of animals and the boy would accompany her. “Got any other songs?” she asks to make conversation. It seemed more polite than just breaking out into something he may or may not know. merry of soul, she sailed on a day over the sea to Skye