[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] 
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]The Road
                                                                                          [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color] Satilla, Sana, Gretchin, those around the fire  

Calanon gave a light laugh at his mistake of Skittle's gender. His eyes fell upon Gretchin once more, and he felt warmed by his new friend's smile. He gave her a nod, a light dancing in his eyes of which none here had yet seen, and he felt a yearning within him at the prospect of playing for new comrades. The melancholy of their current situation having given way to such feelings, and he awaited for his chance to play. 

After Sana began to sing however, he listened and stay quiet for her first verse so he could much more thoroughly join along and get in tune with her rhythm. Soon, he placed the Ocarina on his lips, and began to play. He had been a lover of playing the Ocarina for many years of his young Elven life, and it showed. The tune was slow at first, and ethereal, flowing to and fro like a river steadily overflowing with a controlled passion. The pitch was high, yet somehow with a lower quality, almost earthy. 

The young Elf's eyes were closed, and Brogach was soothed by the melody as he often was. The Elk plopped down next to his truest friend, resting his great head next to Calanon's lap. His horns barely brushing the forest tunic the Elf wore, not breaking his concentration as he played. When he was through, the Elf lowered the Ocarina and finally opened his eyes, glancing at his comrades and giving an amiable smile, contented now that he had played for his new friends. He looked down to see Brogach resting, and he scratched his mount's neck. "[color=00ff66]Rest well for now, friend.[/color]" he said softly.