"It's a bar brawl! Something bawdy is tradition!" Maize called out when Sella called for a request, colours forming in the air around her as she began to draw that font of power to her. She began to sing as the magic dances along her fingertips, she'd always enjoyed singing with Dad when he came home from an apple tasting session with a bright red nose, at least until her Mom caught them and give them both a walloping.<br/><br/>"Oh, If all of the girls were bells in a tower~<br/>And I was a clapper, I'd bang one each hour~"<br/><br/>She had a surprisingly good signing voice, tail bobbing in time to the tune. It seems it wasn't just a chest and hips she'd grown in her time away, a good pair of vocal chords were in there too now. They had enough space.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">13 for Initiative </div></div>