V’Lok was on one of his many walks through the gardens of the capital city.. when he heard a voice and an all to recognizable flow on the sei’aehv V’lok recognized, the voice and the melody instantly.
The Proconsul followed the noise till he found her.
“ Hello my angel, it has been to long”
𝑂𝑓𝑓 𝑑𝑢𝑡𝑦
𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑖'𝑎𝑒ℎ𝑣, 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑦
My love
Shall we meet
on the riverbank?
My love
Shall we bathe
in the sweet clear water?
My love
Shall I wear
A robe of nothing?
My love
Shall we admire
One another
As we both
Wear only sweet, clear water?
