Songstress straightened up and turned completely around, hearing the voice of the weapon that sought her out, though it couldn't be pinpointed from where she was. She began walking over to the wardrobe, several voices now heard, though the original voice being the strongest. [i]"Melody...I know you. I know how much you love death, come closer, let me help you. Together we can cause so much death, we can bathe in the blood of our enemies...and those who oppose us and our Lord. Come closer, set me free, let us...be one."[/i] she heard the voice say in her head. She clearly needed no convincing, she had already wanted to be involved in whatever plans the Winter King had, for the two were alike in many ways. She finally reached the doors, her hand lifting out of instinct and moving closer to the weapons, eventually stopping short over a uniquely made longsword. "You. You are the one I desire most." she said to the weapon, almost as if she expected it to respond like a person. Her eyes shifted to Haeson, "This sword, I feel it inside me, the deep connection and bond we need. This is the one I wish to have, my Lord. Death's Requiem." when she finished speaking, she looked at the blade, almost as if she were entranced by it. [i]"Death's Requiem...? Yes...a suitable name. I accept it."[/i] it spoke to her again. She was tempted to take it from where it was, but something told her not to, lest she wind up back in her earlier predicament. Her hand lowered, "You are very generous, my Lord Haemon, to bestow such beautiful gifts upon one such as myself. I shall not disappoint, or fail you." she said to him.

She could see the beauty he himself held, and not just because he was the Winter King. He had power and respect, both from Fae and human alike, and even she could not deny giving respect to this creature. It had been an interesting start when she woke, both of them testing each other. Now they seemed to be in sync, they were like two kindred spirits cut from the same fabric of life, though both still different in their own right. She reached into her coat, producing the common knives used in her world, holding them up so he could see them. "These are what exist where I come from, as you can see, plain and boring. Nothing extravagant about them." she said, turning to him. She set them on the ground in front of Haemon, "A gift for my generous Lord, do with them as you see fit." she offered him, finally kneeling before him. She was not one to do such a thing, but Haemon had earned her respect and obedience in the short time the two have known one another.