As Aiella finishes the song she lowers the body of her fiddle from her shoulder and it vanishes into fine sparkles. Aiella sighs softly.
"Where I am from, when that song plays the whole forest can't help but dance. Not a leaf, branch or flower sits still. It's like a storm that sweeps you up and tosses you around, the earth swirling and shifting. The air around you beats like blood flow in your chest, taking you to places you didn't know you wanted to go.
But here, in your world, it's just a song."