Yennet's song had lyrics but none of the elves would recognize it as such. It was birdsong, welcoming back the return of the sun and the glory of spring, describing life returning to the once frozen world. He sang with an incredible range, high as a flute, low as an oboe, soft as a piccalo and as blaring as a trumpet. It seemed he had a whole wind ensemble hidden in his throat, twittering with careless skill along the scales in dizzying flourishes.<br/><br/>It sounded nothing like what elves considered music, free of rhyming schemes or structured stanzas. It was joyful and wild and indulgent, letting the voice flow free with the emotion, uncaring if the notes became discordant or ugly. It was honest and organic, like the morning birds that twittered at dawn and the crickets that chirped in the evening, tied together in a thrumming beat like a heart.<br/><br/>Ursalo's dance was of the same spirit. Unstructured, organic, as if the music flowed through his body and he was little more than the visual representation of the spirit of the song. He swayed and turned and dipped, limbs flung out joyfully, twisting and writhing with pure exultation. It was like a celebration of movement itself, finding wonder in what his body was capable of, and it was certainly capable of plenty.<br/><br/>Ursalo was a snake. He possessed flexibility far beyond the ability of elves. He had a shape similar to them but it was not structured in the same way. His spine bent and curved as if it was as pliant as rubber, and his rib cage flexed and shifted, the bones lacking the rigidity one expected. His limbs moved at impossible angles as every joint could dislocate at whim and not even his hips seemed solid as he swayed them about in dizzying circles.<br/><br/>The demon leaped around his spot light, twisting and turning and flinging his body to the swells of the music, flipping in the air as if he could sprout wings and fly but always landing spryly when gravity brought him back down. At times he dropped to his knees, crawling along the floor before fluidly standing again, sometimes on his feet, sometimes on his hands while his legs kicked in the air.<br/><br/>It was exhilarating, his abilities awe inspiring while his countenance seemed flirtatious and sensual. His movements sometimes came across as cheeky and coy when he caught the eye of an audience member. He winked and smiled at elves and demons alike, and the demons would whoop and laugh with delight.<br/><br/>He blew a kiss pointedly to a red headed elf before twirling into the climax of the performance. He flipped in the air and dropped brazenly on his knees, he leaned back, his spine bending backwards so that his snakes crawled along the floor, his arms thrust up to the sky as if beckoning a lover, calling down the sun to warm the earth.<br/><br/>Then it was done, and the demons roared again, louder than before. Ranuk was among them and he howled his approval, his voice baying loudly in the echoing hall. He was always proud of his son.