William
The life of an adventurer was far more lonely than Orlaith could have ever known. It was nothing like the bard's tales or fireside tavern stories had led her to believe. Instead, it was not knowing where one would sleep that night. It was wondering what would be over the next rise, fearing for bandits, praying for an open bed at an inn. It was following rumors of wicked mages and bountiful wealth, only to find a glowering lora in a trenchcoat trying to sell counterfeit jewelry. 

Disappointed and dour, the silnari led her horse out into the countryside once more. It was just what she needed to wash away the discontent of city life. Soon she was smiling again, enjoying watching the golden wheat fields sway in the breeze and glitter under the sun. They rode for an hour or so until Orlaith led her horse off the path to let her graze at the edge of a field while the elf snagged her lute and settled in among the bending grasses. 

There, she began to strum and to sing where she reclined.

*"Far from the coast, in the country of men,
There lies an ocean with beauty beyond any ken,

Where sway the wheat stalks in the hot summer breezes,
The Golden Sea roams wherever she pleases..."*
Jamie
*From country to country, the Silnari often roamed, though no place seemed to draw him back more than the land of Salvania. A lot of time had surpassed since he had once come out to the fields neighboring the large cities around the capitol and even now, with summer providing its most searing heat, the Elf continued to travel about with his full plate.

The metal constantly clanked and shifted with each movement of the armored individual across the moor. As noisy as it was however, Terrel didn't seem to mind. He never really suspected of there being many others out here which was often what brought him to this place, away from the lands of the public. The grass would flatten underfoot while the Elf drank in the rather humid air. It was a lot more peaceful out here, though it didn't seem to last before the sound of singing would resonate in his ears. He'd shift his gaze off across the horizon, noticing a figure in the distance that the music seemed to be originating from, and, after a moment's pause, he'd gradually draw close to it. 

It would be a stretch to say that he was being stealthy in any way with how impossible that was in his gear, though he wouldn't say anything at first as he'd slowly make his way over, his pig mask covering most parts of his face in his concealment as it would come off as a more blank stare towards the woman that played. Part of him didn't want to interrupt, allowing her to continue singing whether she was aware of his presence or not.*
William
*"Oooo'er the hills and across the streams,
The Lady of the Plains drags her blanket of dreams."*

The singing paused as the sound of footsteps and clanking metal met Orlaith's elongated ears, though she continued to strum and pluck at her lute. She had been reclining such that the wheat stretched up around her and all she could see was vegetation and the stunning blue sky above. Now she sat up abruptly, her dusky face and pale hair standing out against the warm amber background. Her eyes flitted to the pink-haired, pig-masked fricharii who also stood out among the fields. She was clearly somewhat taken aback by empty pig-eyes staring at her, but she recognized the respect in his approach. 

Accordingly, she did as any good bard would: she played. Louder and with confidence.

*"In her wake the golden sea loses its shine,
Cast in moonlight, the sea gleams silver sublime.

And ooo'er the steppes and across the field,
The Lord of the Mount will ne'er yield,

To pursue the Lady, wherever she may dart,
For long ago she had stolen his heart."* 

The song ended somewhat abruptly, and the tholian cast an apologetic look to her impromptu audience. 

"That's... Ahh. All I have so far. It's a work in progress. I have others though, if you're interested!"
Jamie
*Seeing her in better view, Terrel's eyebrows would furrow in thought. Had he not known any better, he would have assumed her to be the same Tholian he had once met out a library some time ago before never seeing her again despite plans of meeting up later. Perhaps it was wrong of him to think of Tholians all looking similar, however, Terrel hadn't really encountered many Dark Elves during his travels. At least she didn't seem off-put by his approach, the Fricharii making brief eye contact with her before she'd continue her strumming to no care.

In time the Elf would idly find a place to sit amongst the grass while she continued, gazing back towards her much like a wild animal drawn to a melody. Or at least that's how it appeared with him not having said anything prior. He sat there in silence, quietly studying her as she'd eventually come to finish her song.

At first it didn't seem like he'd respond to her with her sudden statement, much like a mute version of the animal he bore the face of. Eventually, though, he'd tilt his head back to look over to her.*"You make up those songs on your own?"*He'd ask her. His voice was surprisingly low and gruff, though considering how most Fricharii were, this wasn't such an odd trait amongst them.*
William
"As opposed to with others?" She blurted out with amusement before realizing her misstep. She bowed her head in modest apology and then nodded. "Of course. I ... Don't really have much in the way of adventures to turn into ballads of yet, so I'm left with mythology and you know—" She lifted her strumming hand from the lute to gesture vaguely around them. "—the world, I suppose." 

Her pale brows furrowed slightly as she examined the Fricharii, tilting her head to the side in some unspoken confusion about his mask. "These fields were too lovely for me to bypass, however. And you? From whence do you come and where do you travel?"
Jamie
*A light smirk would appear across what could be seen of the Silnari's masked face from the woman's little quip to his words.*"Well if there's a third option, your guess is as good as mine."*He'd say in response, a sense of humor showing within his monotone voice. Terrel would lean back a bit, using his hand to prop up against the ground while he'd listen to her question.*

"Well I can go back to the very beginning of a young Silnari lad who decided one day that they are going to travel the world."*He'd begin, taking the literal sense of her asking where he came from.*"But if you're just curious about location. I'm from the steppes. Been traveling around Ramul Ta for a couple years now. Managed to see most countries in that time, but still quite a few left to go. I just find Salvania to be a nice common area, though these fields are a lot less crowded at this time of day, you can say."
William
The stranger's sense of humor seemed to put Orlaith at ease near immediately. Of course, sitting alone in a field with a man in full plate had made her understandably concerned, but his respectful approach helped her relax and now a wry retort had her smiling. 

She listened politely to the other's oddly monotone voice, appearing all the more intrigued by the word he uttered. "I knew a man from the steppes once." She murmured a bit too quickly, demeanor shifting from fascination to a wistful longing. "We danced on a mesa under the moonlight. I serenaded him, he romanced me with poetry and then..." She shook her head abruptly as if waking herself from a daydream turned to nightmare. "It didn't work out." 

Orlaith sighed, idly reaching out to pluck a stalk of wheat which she then tucked behind one ear. "I'm hoping to do something of the same, to travel to all those countries and to write and sing about what I find there. Nice to know from someone who's been all around that you still cherish the beauty of nature here in Salvania. What was your favorite country? Or..." She hummed for a moment before rephrasing to the *Actual* Question she wanted to ask. "Where were you happiest?"