Jatyn heard the music, beautiful and lulling, and looked up. She could tell it was Elven, not unlike her own songs. She, too, had a song to sing.
Standing,she cleared her throat and waited for the attention to be focused on her. Finding none, she began to sing. Her voice was soprano, yet retained an alto's darkness. The words were in a language she had made up, but it spoke of war and peace, night and day.
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Edited into paragraphs - nice post!
[ December 29, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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