Misha grins, waggling her eyebrows. "Oh dear. Well, harpies<span style="font-style: italic">hunt</span>with their singing and charms; mesmerizing anything with enough of a mind to understand into coming right up to us and staying docile, even," and she seems as though she might be just a little bit closer to Jules without moving closer, eyes twinkling, "as they're eaten alive, staying in blissful calm until they're fully digested." She licks her lips, and then giggles and scoots back. "After all, we're scrawny. Any of you if it was just strength on strength wrestling would be perfectly safe from even a mighty harpy, so we have to hunt without needing to use our muscles. So we use voices, looks, and brains instead. That said, it certainly doesn't<span style="font-style: italic">have</span>to be hypnotizing when we sing. There's no reason I have to lace the song with magic, but it may not be the healthiest habit to get addicted to my singing." She gives Jules a wink, and then listens.<br/><br/>"Oh, that one? It's good, it's just... overplayed? If I have to hear 'A little fall of acid' once more, I'll probably just pass out. I loved it the first 50 times. After that?" She ruffles her feathers with another shrug, then looks around. "Probably not too busy... no harm singing something for a minute. There's a... they call it opera, which I think is just 'a musical in a language nobody understands so you have to memorize the sounds instead of the lyrics', called "The Lovers' School"... here." She clears her throat, takes a quick drink, and then begins to belt out an acapella rendition of a short aria- neither she nor, probably, anyone in the inn knows the dead language the work was done in, so she's just going with the remembered melody and the right sounds to flow along with it. Maybe it's even wrong, and gibberish. Doesn't even matter, because as the harpy begins to hit full throat she seems to be singing in harmony with herself, acting as multiple voices at the same time and filling the common room of the inn with incredible music. Misha can sense that the acoustics in here are surprisingly good; she goes on longer than she had planned, holding a final note for ten long, descending seconds with her chest vibrating from the effort of holding it. At last, she exhales, grinning. "And the other thing about the wild is that only other harpies really appreciate that kind of thing, and you're generally limited to traditional classics... I prefer to branch out."<br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/236786">Perform(Sing)</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+15</span><span style="font-weight: bold">33</span><br/><br/>*looks at the DCs for Performance*<br/>*stares* Misha just brought the house down, I think.]]