River's been enjoying the music thoroughly. Even in the clunky boots her brother has insisted on to keep her feet from the mountain air chill, she still spins and dances with ease, weaving between the dancers and grinning from ear to ear.

Now and then she seems to move far too close to the flames to be safe, but always darts just out of reach, unsinged. Well. That seems about the long and short of it with her, doesn't it?

When she finally seems out of breath she spins to a stop, hair a mess but smile too wide for it to matter. Her eyes fall on the Tal-Vashoth she met briefly before now. He can't hear the music but it beats in all of them, the vibration more than just sound in their ears. Surely he feels something?

Maybe she can help.