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[singindemonhq]

The high magical ambiance makes things different, here. I slept in a loft that had a few cider-apples still scattered in the corners. They were dry but eatable, and they scented the air as I slept in unexpected comfort. I'd cast for a futon and got something that felt like a fine feather bed. I don't make living things, but the mattress had that kind of give.

I dreamed of the Little Bard, I think, but we were on some kind of Gig... I was woken by a woman singing in the house below, so I guess I'd cast mojo in my sleep. She had a high, clear voice with a hint of laughter in her tones, and she seemed to be moving from room to room as she sang,

We were married in the winter
when the nights were long and cold,
then the army came and took him,
For to be a soldier bold,
Now I sleep when light is fading,
and I rise and work each morn,
but fondly I remember,
The nights we danced 'till dawn.

His mother has been grieving
though I feared that she'd rejoice,
I was never in her favor
and she has a powerful voice,
He told me go and stay with her
I told him that I'll see,
But Hell will be iced over
on the day she lives with me!

I know that if she lived with me
his ma would wear a frown.
She said I was too friendly
With the fellows from the town,
I've heard she has a past herself,
with those she didn't scorn,
and surely she remembers,
The nights she danced 'till dawn!

We were married in the winter,
and now he's been gone a while,
I'm trying to remember,
but I can't recall his smile,
Even his scent is fading
from the clothing that he's worn,
But fondly I remember,
The nights we danced 'till dawn.

I breakfasted on apples and left the bed in her loft when I smoked away. There was something about her song that made me sure she'd put it to good use.