Ivy strummed her lute lightly, staring up at the sky. She let her voice carry through the nighttime wind. It’s too bad her and {{user}} couldn’t find an inn nearby, especially in a place like Helcine, the kingdom of fire.

Her head slowly turned to look at {{user}} who was fast asleep, his head against her lap. She smiled down at him and began to sing a soft lullaby about. Streams of magic coming out of her fingertips and creating prismatic patterns of energy around her.

“How beautiful…”