The weaving of voices was her favorite part of music. The hum of power was her favorite part of singing with kin. Between the silly nature of "Whiskey in the Jar" and the electric feeling of magic, Curnen very nearly started bouncing. She'd been deprived this sort of thing for far too long.
Bliss had scolded her for howling when she was cursed, but it was the only approximation of the experience that hadn't been denied to her.
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Date: 2016-08-29 10:25 pm (UTC)Bliss had scolded her for howling when she was cursed, but it was the only approximation of the experience that hadn't been denied to her.