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[princess_of_ida]

Three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile.



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[princess_of_ida]

[Ianthe raised her hand to her neck, bringing attention to the pendant she frequently wore - an upside down trident with a yellow stone set in it. Even now it still held magic though she didn't know if it would some day stop working.]

I have this. Nate made it for me before the Void expedition. It's enchanted with a few of his protection spells that helps protect the mind against illusions and mental intrusion. It works a little against the Void. It let's me know it's not really my sister I hear.

But I'm interested in your technique, though I warn you that I'm not a very good singer. Humming isn't bad, I do hum songs I've heard before when doing other things, but hitting pitch or holding notes might be too much.

Maybe something simple?

[seaboard]

[ She breathes a little in relief to ease off the worry, that Ianthe already had measures. More important than anything that she was not alone facing such an awful thing.

Leaning over, she kisses the back of her fingers, gentle on her knuckles, in gladness and comfort. ]

Your voice is well enough, you need not have my training to do it, most of mine is ensuring I know songs for every occasion and techniques to how to sing for great lengths - but you match your normal pitch easily, the rest can be taught from there. You are already good at measuring and controlling your breath.

[princess_of_ida]

[The problem was that even though she knew it wasn't really Corona talking to her, a part of her still wanted to listen.]

I do have amazing breath control.

[Of course, she was cheating when it came to that.]

[seaboard]

[ A giggle, and a nod that follows. ]

Then we have the basics down. You are so perfect at everything, I am sure you will do it wonderfully, so very easily.

[ And she finds she is excited to share this with her, there was no way to explain just how sacred and profound she felt when she sung, to be one in her community and yet guiding of them, an elevation beyond herself for a moment.

To share it with Ianthe? She could hope for nothing more. ]

[princess_of_ida]

[Ianthe tried very hard to be completely confident. And for calling her perfect, Gilia was rewarded with a kiss.]

Do you want to try that now... or later?

[seaboard]

[ A hum. ]

Later, I am much too comfortable.

[princess_of_ida]

In that case...

[How about some more kisses? Slow and loving.]

[seaboard]

Perfect.

[ And she moves against her, over her, gently laying over her body to breath each kiss as loved as she felt into her lips. ]