<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Raaneviirin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0d/Feralelf.png)</div></div>  Where: Raan's enclosure<br/>  Tagging: Leith</div>The music stopped - and Raan’s pacing stopped, straining to hear just a little more, another refrain, even though the sorrowful sound twisted the knife of bitter rage inside him. He wondered if calling out would scare the player away, or if they would heed his plea. To be so close to this cesspit, and walking free, whoever it was<em>must</em>be human, or one of their allies. He hated to think anything of them could bring solace to him while he rotted in their cage, but he couldn’t believe one of the People would be here. And as a human - or an ally of them - Raan would have to sully his mouth with their language.<br/><br/>Pride was his bane, and his only defence. He would not speak their language, not for any reward.<br/><br/>He mourned the loss of the music for a heartbeat, before, miraculously, it came again. Closer, and gently joyful. The harper was skilled, and danced a tune upon the air like it was birdsong, natural and interweaving with the sounds of the earth. How could such a perfect sound be made by a human? Simply, it could not. They were too clumsy in their fingering, deaf to the delicate notes that hovered below the surface.<br/><br/>He felt himself relaxing a little at the realisation. He wasn’t betraying himself by enjoying this. It had been so long since he’d let himself feel pleasure for pleasure’s sake, it almost felt alien. He shut his eyes, letting it wash over him, and hummed softly in counterpoint to the tune, wordless but still melodic, finding a place in the tune.