Ah, now they came to the part of the exercise that Arialla considered herself fully qualified for: the singing. As a priestess, she'd spent many a day singing hymns to her god -- and many a day out in the meadows and forest simply singing for fun. She picked one of her favorites, a light, moderate-tempo song in praise of the sun, and began to sing.
"Rising, shining, warm and golden, our lord gives life to all ... "
Her voice was rich and well-honed, moving skillfully through the notes. She hoped the luxere would enjoy it.
please don't take my sunshine away
