[center][h2][i][color=bc8dbf]Ellaryn Bracegirdle ~ Oromë's Oasis[/color][/i][/h2][/center]

Ellaryn swallowed a mouthful of walnuts as Thurin rattled off a series of questions. She tried to answer, shake her head, shrug, all as Thurin put his thoughts towards her and Ofnir. In the head she put herself in his way with hands on hips, silently hoping he would stop before barrelling into her small frame.

"[color=bc8dbf]Master Dwarf, I simply meant joining in. For that I think a little quiet so our Elven bard can ply his arts would be in order.[/color]" In no way did Ellaryn seem to remember the loud cracking of walnut shells or her own noisy chewing as they approached the wooded archway. Brushing the remaining shell fragments away on her clothes, she continued.

"[color=bc8dbf]Your thoughts on the tune are wise, perhaps an accompaniment to the song, something that blends in with it...[/color]" She stepped to one side in thought wondering what the others were thinking. "[color=bc8dbf]One thing is for certain, my voice cannot possibly match that delightful sound.[/color]"