Fred
"The obvious difficulties, being a hermit and all, are my only difficulties anymore. I still seek answers but they don't plague me as much as they used to." She smiled and tossed away her stick.
"I still feel that odd guilt but, again, it doesn't hang as heavy as before." She looked to her back pack and thought about something.
"Do you, perhaps, sing or play any instruments?"
Mozelle
Lenore looked at her and, smiling, replied: 
 "You have nothing to blame yourself for, it's not your fault that you were thrown out to sea. And Yes, I can play stringed instruments and sing a little. Do you have anything with you?"
Fred
"I only have one harp." She unbuttoned the leather bag and dug around in it before pulling out the steel harp that had been painted a golden color.
"And... I can't really sing." She admitted with an embarassed chuckle. She began plucking off notes on the harp and humming some, thinking of a tune to play.
Mozelle
She looked at Minerva in surprise, and said to her: "I don't believe it! Only those who haven't tried can't sing. What would you like to sing about?"
Fred
"No, really." She shook her head and kept plucking. She looked at the fire in thought and plucked out a chord before stopping entirely. The chord echoed richly with the fire crackle.
"I... Really have nothing to sing *About*." She chortled lightly and brushed her hair over her horn.
"I have no home to sing of nor god to sing *To*..." She tapped the top of her harp and thought some more. Her thoughts led her eyes to Lenore.
"I suppose you have something to sing about?"
Mozelle
"I heard a lot of songs when I was younger..."
After saying this Lenore began to sing in Silnari language:

[Everything comes to an end, my friend.
Pain and fairytale, light and death,
Woven into a tight whip,
Are tearing apart the rings of hands.
 
Just for everyone to know
That everything he has been searching for
Shall soon smolder like a coal in ashes,
Shall soon rot in the damp ground.
 
Don't be sad, don't cry, don't be afraid,
It is just glimpse of sunshine
In the dark bonds of our dreams,
In the rust of fetters...]
Fred
Minerva listened to the lyrics and smiled. Once the melody clicked in her head she began to play her harp along to it and vocalize some harmony. She was smiling and tapping her feet to the beat.
Mozelle
She continued to sing in harmony with the harp:

[Everything comes to an and, my friend,
It's our last round.
Don't look for your faith
In the pale shadows of things.
 
Everything our passion led us to
Shall soon fall.
Now come and greet the guests
Beyond this sharp edge.
 
It is just moonlight,
There is no defense,
Flaming scar in your heart,
You are already a dead man.]
Fred
Minerva strummed some final notes and hummed with them to close out the song. She hummed and thought about the song when she was finished.
"Hmm... That's a..." She looked at the fire.
"How about a shanty? Do you know any of those?"
Mozelle
Lenore looked at Minerva and said:
"Unfortunately, I did not grow up among sailors, to tell the truth, I never even sailed on a ship. And I dont know any of theese songs"
Fred
"I learned all the ones I know from port cities... Let me think of one..."
She began to pluck strings away at her harp in a moaning minor melody. It would be well accompanied by a violin or viola.
She quietly, under her breath, began humming a rolling song of rocking boats, rum, and women. The lyrics were simple and repeated every eight lines.
Mozelle
Lenore listened attentively, and sometimes sang along to Minerva, after the song ended, she parodied her phrase "Aand I cant really siing" With a laugh. "Aha, Aha, so I believed you, you sing great, Minerva. You have too bad an opinion of yourself!
Fred
Minerva shook her head and chuckled some more, continuing to pluck some lonely notes. She took a deep breath and began to put the harp back in her bag. She pulled her canteen off her belt and took a swig out of it before putting the cap back on and wiping her lips.