Willie
As the intermission of nothing more than music and melody soon came to an end, Rhurrik opened his mouth to sing the next verse but Nox's voice reached his ears first. Perking up, the aarakocra smiled wide, realizing he had obviously chosen the write song. Quieting himself, Rhurrik allowed his new elven friend to take it away, and he even matched the magic colors that swirled around him to Nox's clothing and eyes. The bard then sent them to gently sway and spin around the elf himself as he sung, Rhurrik swaying slowly to the lullaby's tune. As the chorus returned once more, the aarakocra began to vocalize through gentle hums, harmonizing with Nox and making the lullaby sound all the more beautiful. Of course Rhurrik was careful not to steal Nox's moment, as it was obvious this song meant a lot to him.

Soon, the song came to an end and the magic Rhurrik had conjured slowly faded away. It almost as if the two were on their own stage, just enjoying the music with one another. Nox's clapping caught Rhurrik by surprise, but caused his feathers to ruffle and a smile to appear out of sheer happiness. Bowing his head in thanks and appreciation, Rhurrik simply couldn't let Nox go without praise himself. While he hadn't heard very many elves sing in his short life so far, the bard knew they were known for their angelic presence, appearances and voices alike. So far, Rhurrik was not disappointed in the slightest. "Thank you, though you performed just as well I must say. It makes sense that many of the most famous bards in history were elves." Smiling brightly, Rhurrik placed his lute behind his back with the strap around his neck.

"Perhaps when I inevitably make my way to the Brotherhood I'll use that song for my audition. I might have to learn it in elvish first though, a song as beautiful as that deserves to be sung in its native tongue, I think." With a firm nod at his own words, it might have sounded as though Rhurrik was simply fluffing his words or kissing up but he

Seemed and genuine, and was. Learning a song in its native language should be miles simpler than learning the entire language, but something he'd do nonetheless. Perhaps he'd tackle the entire language at one point or another. "Is elvish a difficult language to learn?"
Jordan
Rhurrik's magic felt like a warm breeze, rushing onwards and enveloping the singing spy master in their embrace. Embolstering his confidence in song and tune where he normally considered himself but a connoisseur that would enjoy the revels of music and performance from afar. It quickened his breath, pulsing with the adrenaline he could only imagine every minstrel felt upon their first performance of the day or night. Amethyst and icy blue lights dancing with the melody of the nostalgic tune as the bard now too joined back into the song. He was seamless, skilled in the dance of melodies, adding his sound where his companion lacked, and it occurred to Nox that even without that bardic magic infused within the way he made music seem so effortless was magical by itself.

That sensation, that ambience, it faded as quickly as it had appeared. Making Nox's chest feel tight without it, the sudden rush of thoughts overwhelming his mind. A mixture of embarrassment and accomplishment in a confusing whirl of thoughts. "Ah.. Uh." He stammered at first, uncertain how to respond to the compliment, shaking his head as his body begged to recoil from the unprecedented praise. "No-no– I got carried away. That's all." Nox exclaimed as he threw up his hands as though physically trying to ward off what he felt was undue reward. "*I'm not–*" The spy master began in a whispered rebuttal, before abandoning the thought in an instant.

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With a dead horse he was unwilling to dredge up to this practical stranger, Nox was beyond glad Rhurrik furthered the conversation. He swallowed hard, righting himself from the flustered sensation that had overtaken him moments earlier. The spy master forced a smile as his brow furrowed, digits brushing haphazard curls over one of his barely pointed ears.

"Elvish is – different – many words directly translated from the common tongue don't quite exist and instead are described by more eloquent phrases. It's a melodic language, so I have no doubt you'd grasp it with ease once you understand the basic concepts." Nox prattled on eagerly, glad to abandon the weakness he perceived to have displayed before the aarakocra. Digits and hand covering the faint rose blush that had begun to paint his features. "I've always compared the Elven tongue to poetry, where some phrases are perhaps a little obscure; they are beautiful and unnervingly descriptive. Phrases that describe words in a way you had never thought to describe them in the common tongue."

"Does that make sense?" Nox concluded.
Willie
A slight chuckle left the aarakocra's beak as Nox stammered over a simple compliment, but waved a hand to ensure all was well. "Getting carried away is what makes a performance great sometimes. I think that was one of those times." Rhurrik shrugged with a bright smile before tilting his head a bit as Nox explained the elvish language. Truth be told, the bard found it hard to believe that elvish was anymore difficult than aarakocrian, or whatever it was called to the common folk. Aarakocra's simply spoke with whistles, clicks and chirps. Similar to birds, but of course no aarakocra could understand birds, that would be silly.

Nodding to Nox's words, Rhurrik felt as though he understood what the elf meant for the most part. Language was always something that interested the bird man, even if he had yet to take any steps towards learning a new one. Elvish sounded beautiful, as did the celestial language he had once heard an aasimar speak. It would be quite the undertaking to learn a new language with no knowledge prior, but Rhurrik was more than happy to take on such a challenge. Especially if it meant his songs would sound more genuine.

"For all its worth, I come from a place where a whistle could mean multiple different things depending on the pitch change." Rhurrik laughed a bit at the thought. "But yes, that makes sense. If its anything like poetry I'd love to learn it. I feel-" Rhurrik paused for a moment, his brows furrowing as he tried to place his words correctly. "I feel as though singing a song or speaking a poem that belongs to or comes from another race in their native tongue makes it much more special, especially if those very people are the ones wishing to hear me perform. Does what *I'm* Saying make sense?" The bard ran a hand behind his head with a half smile on his face.