( The Nightingale so rarely sings with an audience, now. She rarely sings at all - it had taken longer than it should have to restring her lute, to tune it and make sure that lack of attention and the cold weather of Skyhold had not warped it beyond all recognition.
Something in her changes when she sings. This is for a purpose, for the ritual, but even so-- song is a wonderful thing. And so she sings, she plays her lutes. and she weaves a harmony with the others here for this purpose. A song must be felt, through and through, or it will not move, and it certainly will not work for a ritual. )
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Something in her changes when she sings. This is for a purpose, for the ritual, but even so-- song is a wonderful thing. And so she sings, she plays her lutes. and she weaves a harmony with the others here for this purpose. A song must be felt, through and through, or it will not move, and it certainly will not work for a ritual. )