Brigid: *She hummed along as she plucked at her harp, sitting on a small rock at the edge of the lake she knew a few fae to loiter around. *
Therapist Hope
*Sapphira yawns but perks up as she hears music. Fluttering her wings she checks out where it's coming from.*
Her ears twitched As she gave the harp another pluck, the string sounding in a sweet tone. Opening, her mouth, she looked out over the water and her hum turned to words as her deft fingers plucked still.
"I wish i was on yonder hill
'tis there i'd sit and cry my fill,
And every tear would turn a mill,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.
Shule, shule, shule aroon,
Shule go succir agus, shule go kewn,
Shule go dheen durrus oggus aylig lume,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.
I'll sell my rock, i'll sell my reel,
I'll sell my only spinning wheel,
To buy my love a sword of steel
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.
Shule, shule, shule aroon,
Shule go succir agus, shule go kewn,
Shule go dheen durrus oggus aylig lume,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.
I'll dye my petticoats, i'll dye them red,
And 'round the world i'll beg my bread,
Until my parents shall wish me dead,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn.
Shule, shule, shule aroon,
Shule go succir agus, shule go kewn,
Shule go dheen durrus oggus aylig lume,
Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn."
Her wings gave a twitch till the sound of something creeping behind her caused her to stop and look around. Setting her Harp beside her on the rock, she turned with a smile painted on her face. She'd thought she'd see Azrael creeping up behind her but instead there was another fae, a blue lass that looked to be out on a walk perhaps.