#HAHAHA chat gpt came out strong for this one

[secrettyrant]

Despite Tofa and Lilja's words, Heidrun can see how his poetry has affected them deeply. So much so that Tofa's head hangs with the weight of the creative depth, and Lilja's mouth is agape in wonder. He gives them both a grin, nodding. "I understand." Heidrun says with a diplomatic bow to Tofa's words. "I would never do anything to cause further stress after such a difficult journey. It is my responsibility to soothe, just as much as it is to entertain." he declares, thinking that whispering such words makes the delivery of them sweeter for them to hear.

He whisks up his lyre, floating confidently to the seats before the fire and Heidrun makes himself at home between the two wolves, squeezing between them and creating space with his elbows so he can strike up a tune across the lyre's strings. "I know just the song, it will ease your troubled minds." he states, fingers now expertly working a lilting melody that is as soft and comforting as a lullaby. And after the chords gently repeat, Heidrun's voice sings out in a lamenting note. "In shadows deep where moonlight softly gleams, I pine for thee, O wolf of snowy sheen. Thy absence felt in whispers of my dreams, a loyal friend in memories unseen. Thy pawprints fade upon the forest floor, a silent tale of journeys we once shared. In solitude, I long for thee once more, thy presence missed by longing hearts declared. So let us pray, beneath the moon's pale light that fate shall reunite us, friend of white." @gloriouswhispers

tofa nods, frantic but subtle at lilja's whisper and glances over her shoulder. relieved that heidrun doesn't hear them, but horrified that the wolf is searching through papers. she turns her attention back to lilja, sighing as she mentally prepares herself for the days that will follow. 'we will eat this rabbit when it cooks, then we sleep. and then...it is just until the storm passes. we can leave without him.' she agrees, hearing heidrun clear his throat and immediately she's tense all over again. her eyes dart to the bard and to the visser. 'lilja, i have never asked anything of you until now. you know this.' she whispers in plea. 'but if my nerves drive me to killing him and we find the others, you promise you will not utter a word?' but the moment is interrupted by the loud and obnoxious...poetry? tofa glancing to heidrun with an expression of horror before her energy is drained entirely. 'gods, this is it. this might be where my nerves drive me to kill myself instead.' she utters.

tofa is now dazed as she stares at heidrun, assuming the moment will never draw to a close. but she does find humor in the sonnet for hati's taste in women. fighting a chuckle because the last thing she wishes is to encourage the bard. her head dips down, heavy and in defeat as if it's been rung with a rope and the sigh she lets out is mournful. 'heidrun.' she glances back up to him, puffing out air that sends loose stands of hair dancing from her face. 'we are too tired to appreciate your creative endeavours. it has been a very long journey for us. please can you sit. and soon we will eat and sleep. that is all we have the energy for, i hope you can understand.' @waterfallswords