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Nyelle, the singer

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"Hush child, she is singing".

Earcalie looked arund. There was nobody on the beach except the harpist and herself.

"She who?"

The other elleth didn't answer, instead resuming her plucking of the harp chords. The notes mingled with the sound of the sea waves and the breeze, and Earcalie finally understood.

"The harp?"