Leona squeezed Joseph's hand as they listened, and he squeezed hers back. The woman, who was assumed to be portraying Mère, sang beautifully - her voice carried through the crowd and caused a soft hum of contentment. Whether her voice sounded out words of an ancient story or just high and low pitches of nothingness, Leona couldn't tell, but it didn't matter. She never wanted to stop listening. By the way Joseph closed his eyes and smiled faintly, she assumed he felt the same way. 

Leona was caught between paying attention to the singing and observing the young woman's beauty. The girl on stage was dressed in a flowing white dress that seemingly glowed. Her skin was a smooth pale color, and her cheeks were flushed a slight pink. Her blonde hair fell onto her shoulders and brushed against her eyelids. When she opened them, her irises were a concentrated blue, that almost looked as if they were made of ice. The girl's appearance took Leona's breath away, if only for a moment. She assumed her radiance had the same effect on most of the others in the crowd. Hopefully she wasn't the only one intoxicated by the girl's beauty.