[morning mingling]

[ruecherche]

[How do you greet the dawning of the day? There is one har standing on a hilltop overlooking the lake facing the sunrise, his eyes closed against the cold winds and his cloak pulled tightly around him. He obviously thinks he's alone, but doesn't really seem to care if he's not. What's he doing exactly

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[givesyouareason]

*Listens in while sipping at his morning coffee*

[ruecherche]

[continues to sing then]

[givesyouareason]

Does the song suit the singer? Are you unhappy about something?

[ruecherche]

[falters and turns to look]

It might. Who is asking?

[givesyouareason]

*Gives a small wave* The name is Othello.

[ruecherche]

... My name's Caeru -- Rue. You're new here?

[givesyouareason]

Rue then. And you're correct; I just arrived here recently.

[ruecherche]

It's a pleasure then, dear.

[givesyouareason]

Likewise. So do you always come up here to sing or is there something different about today?

[ruecherche]

It's a good place to sing.

[givesyouareason]

Oh? And why is that? *takes a look at the other people listening in* It certainly doesn't seem very private. So the view then?

[ruecherche]

It's a lovely view, and there aren't always so many around this early.

[givesyouareason]

Fair enough. It's certainly something to do to keep busy. Are all your songs like that one?

[ruecherche]

No, not all of them.

[givesyouareason]

So what are the others like then? And how do you choose?

[ruecherche]

Nearly anything I've listened to, I could sing for you. [shrugs] I simply sing what suits my mood best at the time.