A Tangtoungled Lass

A young lass with violet eyes and cropped silver-white hair bends over a small harp, a contented look on her face as the voice of the harp and her own lovely voice entwine in entrancing harmonies. Suddenly, she becomes aware of your presence, and the music halts abruptly. A look of pure fear flits across her face and is quickly gone again after she gets a better look at who has disturbed her.

A shy smile briefly flits across her face, and she self-consciously tugs at her sleeves, trying to hide her wrists from view. You see a brief flash of white scars circling her wrists before they are hidden from sight.

"H-Hello. Is m-my m-music bothering y-you? I c-can m-move elsewhere."

She half-rises from her seat as if to leave, settling gingerly as you ask to hear more songs.

"All r-right. I'll s-sing a f-few. B-But they are n-not v-very g-good, j-just s-some t-t-t-twiddles I wrote m-myself." She bends over her harp to tune it, lightly upswept ears turning a bright red.

Briefly, you wonder what sort of performance you'll get from someone so toungue-tangled, but you're not left wondering for long as sweet music sweeps you away ...

• Meek's Song
• Nobody's Slave
• Tears - For fellow former prisoner, Joril
• It Just Isn't Fair
• Dance of Death
• Men

For a bit of the story behind the EQ1 version of Meek Tangtoungled, please see A Different Type of Harvest