Her song ends on a high note that resonates with hope and vitality. Soon the leaves would begin to bud in a hopeful manner albeit cautious of the sudden frosts that would harm their delicate beginnings. The world would turn a soft shade of green for a while and in that time life would spring forth from the loins of those who inhabited Molodian. Sorcha looks forward to this and to the cries of more pups co-mingling on the mountainsides. She would need to craft some more stories to keep them all entertained as reusing the old ones would alienate the older children. They all must be included and she enjoyed their attentions as much as they enjoyed her fables. As her mind weaves back and forth on such ideas she stands once more, stretching and blinking a few times as she takes in the world around her.

Then she beings to walk down the river once more with an amiable grace. Sorcha is built lithe and delicate yet there is a strength and wisdom in her eyes, even if she is a bit fanciful at times. Those forest eyes land upon the blue-black figure of the handsome devil ahead of her and her pupils widen in surprise. She knows to be cautious around males in this season, especially as she was away from the vicinity of Spirane and those members who would protect her from assault, yet she had the world at her paws. The fey beings of this earth felt in her a kindred spirit; they fluttered and murmured and guided her with the hands of fate and magic.

The male stands still and his tail waves in greeting; her own black plumage rises and greets him even as her lips ease into a welcoming smile. She does not invade his space but stands calmly before him, her own eyes searching his pale ones in a knowing manner. Silence.... it is all he speaks. The words are deep and rumbling from the earth and her ear cocks as she listens to it for a moment before her eyes widen and her jaw opens slightly.

"You are mute, stranger?" Her voice is as lyrical and musical as her singing, able to weave stories until children fell prey to her voice and all they could see was the scenes she depicted. The male might wonder how she knew and might even question her sanity, for such ancient mysteries many could not understand. Still, she does not know yet that he is haunted by his own sort of mystery.