[h2][color=B22222][center][i][b]Lerraina[/b][/i][/center][/color][/h2]
[center][color=B22222][i]Location:[/i][/color] Around the fire with the group, in the orc cave.
[color=B22222][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] No one in particular, and Sana
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Sana's voice was indeed beautiful, but it was the words that were sung in which struck a deeper chord within. So much so, emotion flooded her very being and ran chills down her spine. There was no hiding it, no masking the creases forming through her face, the tear that glimmered down her cheek. It had been a long while since she had experienced such, and this was a tune she hadn't yet heard. It was unexpected, inexplicable, and though the reflection hadn't matched up completely, it was as if someone had reached down to the depths of her black soul, somewhere so far gone and forgotten, and plucked out a small bit of … something… someone hidden. It was a dance of raw emotion and sound that for a brief moment, had shattered the hard shell surrounding her.

It was certainly a distraction, though not one she was particularly prepared for. It had taken her but a moment to gather herself, and as the song came to a close, the emotions which had contorted her features had retreated back to the depths from which they came. She cleared her throat, forcing words to emerge. [color=B22222][b]"That was lovely."[/b][/color], she spoke softly to Sana. 

Needing whatever comfort the harsh liquid could give, Lerraina reached for her flask and took a long swig. She closed her eyes, allowing the liquor to glaze over her extremities as she slid herself off the log, settling into the ground with a soft grunt. There was nothing to do but to wait for dinner to be ready. Her arms reached behind her head, folding and cradling the weight as she leaned back into them, crossing one ankle over the other. 

The hunger pains had quieted finally, though she wondered if it was just the calm before the storm. Or had this been the doing of the songstress herself? The edge of her lips curled slightly at the thought. The song had done its job quite well, for she wasn't the only who seemed to be in a bit of a better mood, or at least had forgotten the hunger that was near to consuming them all. Strands of hair, loosed from the bound knots, brushed up against her face as a calming breeze whisked past them.