#talking about the og rebellion singing ''filthy'' songs

[veilstr1der]

❝ i once followed the sound of drums for two days, ❞ feynirin explained, elbow deep in the remnants of one of arlathan's armored constructs. he pried the underplate loose with carefully placed leverage, the alloy resisting his efforts stubbornly. ❝ i could hear singing, not choir singing but the rowdy kind. you know, like you're sitting around a campfire with friends? ❞

he could talk about the mysteries and dangers he'd experienced wandering arlathan forest all day. the whispering trees, the sunken ruins, the fleeting visions of ceremonies and rituals repeating across the ages. ❝ it was like a . . . ❞ feynirin paused to drum his hand against the constructs chestplate, ❝ ar'lathviran, falon'lin vhenas! ❞

feynirin wasn't much of a singer, but fortunately the song he was trying to repeat didn't need to be sung on key. high they sit, fat and vain, called for a little more guts than the usual smooth delivery one might be used to with elvhen. ❝ you ever hear that one before? ❞ // @lastburden , gets a starter for bellara ♡