He'd been reminded about the words Lucia spoke. About how she knew his mother and what she had to say. It was all, very, very kind, and it built a strength In his heart for who his mother was from an opinion that wasn't of his father. To be fair, the man worshiped the ground that she had walked on, much more, was buried on. Lucia, on the other hand, was an outsider, and still had nothing but great things to say. It was inspiring, as was her voice when she came to song.
It was well known enough that Aldora, the brotherhood member that wasn't only a tactician and an archer, also had a mastery of her own voice that Pushok might be able to learn a thing or two from. Hiking himself up on the fountain and covering his eyes with a dark fingered palm, he narrowed his eyes to survey as far as he could see. Maybe, if she was free today, she could give him something of a lesson, or even just some tips to help him with notes that he couldn't reach, or keep for a time. Of course, there was certainly more to it than that, but he'd have to hit the basics before he could even think about perfecting a skill like that. Not just everyone could sing, he as finding out. He'd asked Darkness for some pointers and boy was that a nightmare!
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