Nahai nodded at Nanna, glad she no longer felt such anger towards her.
"Apology accepted, Lady Nanna," she said. "Of course you may sing along, if you like." Morwyn seemed nervous about this, but Nahai pushed her to try the song.
Nahai listened to Morwyn's halting version of the tune. For a first try, it was very good. She definately had a knack for this kind of thing.
No sooner had the thought passed her mind than the flute let out a shrill sqeal of protest. Morwyn, extrememly embarrassed, pushed the rebellious instrument back to Nahai.
"I can't," she said quickly. The Beorning placed the wooden flute back in her hands.
"Of course you can," she said stoutly. "You're doing fine. When you fall off of a horse, you get back on again, yes? This is the same thing. You cannot give up because one time you think you fail. Play." Nahai looked at her expectantly, waiting for her reply.
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OK, which one of you wise guys bought Denethor a flame thrower?!?
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I can tell a hawk from a handsaw.
GET THEE TO A NUNNERY!
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