Om ... Om

[Warlord]

A deep harmonic Om does not reach here..

[ShadowCatJen]

As the silence permeated the air, Mynian stared almost blankly at the parchment in front of her. The dark circles under her eyes, having become a permanent feature as of late, made her look older than normal.

There were two songs she had promised to write, but Ohgma had not graced her with lyrics for either. At least, not in the vein the noblemen wanted her to make them.

Dejected, she put her chin in her hand and, instead of songs meant to glorify, she quietly sang out something else. Writing as she did so.

Silverthorn be a git
Hornbow be a lil' sh*t
Every day they gripe 'n moan
Cause they canno' have the throne

Peasant lass came along
Made the people sing a song
Stormcrown lost 'is undead head
Crown no more he came up dead

Mynian immediately slapped a hand over her mouth and darted a look around the tavern's interior. No one was close and even Talbot seemed to not notice anything amiss.

"Cor, Mynian Copperhand, tha's awful . . ." she muttered to no one in particular and proceeded to crumple up the parchment where she wrote such slanderous lyrics.