Role

Chapter 2

Lost in though a Wood Elf child of pale complexion sits on a rock next to a
pond, her feet dangling in the slightly cold water. Seemingly unaware of
anything else she is looking at the ripples her feet are creating and at the
fish and creatures below.

Softly she starts singing to herself:

Silver Moon,
Explorer of worlds,
Inspire me to follow,
to follow into your foot steps,

To see what you see,
Up above, and down below,
Down below,
where not to all you can go,

I wish to be your eyes,
Go where you go and more!
Out I shall go, explore!


As the girl closes her eyes, silence falls on the land once more. After some
time, when nothing can be heard but the rustling of the wind, she sings yet
another song:

Down to the Inn I go,
Where folk meet and sing!

To drink and feast,
Laugh and dance and sing!

Create and consume,
Recite poetry and sing!

Tales tall and small,
Narrate and sing!

Perform and dance,
But most of all, sing!


It is unclear where a girl this young has picked up a song like that, perhaps
she does not yet even fully understand what it means. As if realising that the
girl says softly:

"I wish to see this Inn, where folk dance and sing. I wish to be there and
tell stories!"