*Briella*
The mist from the waterfall kissed my cheeks as I stood before its towering presence, a sheer curtain of water cascading down into the basin below. The girls gathered around me, their eyes bright with anticipation.
"Sing for us, Briella," one of them urged, her voice like the tinkling of bells. "Let the falls hear your voice."
I hesitated. It was not because I doubted my strength as a warrior or the depth of my empathy, but because this was new. It was a form of magic that was both thrilling and alien to me. Yet the urge to please these kindred spirits, to mingle my soul with theirs through song, spurred me forward.
Taking a deep breath and feeling the cool spray on my skin and the gentle caress of the wind, I opened my mouth and let out a melody. It was an old lullaby my mot
