[morning mingling]

[ruecherche]

[How do you greet the dawning of the day? There is one har standing on a hilltop overlooking the lake facing the sunrise, his eyes closed against the cold winds and his cloak pulled tightly around him. He obviously thinks he's alone, but doesn't really seem to care if he's not. What's he doing exactly?

Singing. Singing to the morning in a strong clear voice filled with longing and unhappiness and determination. It's a song of Celtic origins, though whether he knows that or not is debatable. He just knows the words of Siúil A Rúin and shares them with the dawn.]