The Amazoness studied Voltaire's face, hesitating. Finally a small, tired smile flitted over her lips. [color=00ff7f]"Okay,"[/color] she mumbled, giving herself a small nod for encouragement. [color=00ff7f]"I speak of the Song. It's... Do you...? No, that's..."[/color] Over and over again Koph stumbled across her words. This was definitely the most flustered Voltaire had seen the energetic Amazoness. [color=00ff7f]"Here,"[/color] she said at last. She reached out with both her arms and grabbed Voltaire's hand, gently pressing it into his chest. [color=00ff7f]"Do you feel that beat? Your heart; sometimes slower, sometimes faster. Mine, too,"[/color] she added, grabbing onto his other hand to press it to her own heart. [color=00ff7f]"They beat together, or separate, or different, or the same. Then when you begin to move, and to choose, and to act, you start making a melody. Or a harmony. Or a counter-melody. And everyone does, so there's always a lot of noise."[/color] Koph took her hands away, letting Voltaire's hands be free once more. [color=00ff7f]"The Land has a heart, too, and a voice, and a Song. That's the Song. Her Song."[/color] Koph stared at Voltaire intently, anxious for what kind of reaction he would have to her words.