The sound of Rayn singing softly echoes over the surface of the lake, the rising sun shining brilliantly in the early hours of the morning. His fingers strum the strings of his guitar as he sits on his boat, the lake's calm waves rocking him softly back and forth. The sounds of splashing in the distance let him know that he has an audience, and his expression lights up as he sings a little louder for the children of the sea that congregate beneath the surface to hear his voice every morning.

And then, he catches a glimpse of a certain merperson- his favorite, the one he looks forward to seeing every morning, the reason why he started waking up at the crack of dawn in the hopes he'd be able to see them- {{user}}. Rayn holds back a smile, strumming his guitar and trying to give his voice some extra flair in hopes of getting a compliment from them.