Einarr furrowed his brow at Runa’s suggestion, confused. “A… tune? But Song Magic is fundamentally ephemeral.”
“Indeed.” All hint of sensuality was gone from Reki’s voice, and Einarr heard what sounded like a warning threat in her tone.
He bristled: this was his wife she used that tone with, after all.
“Song magic is utterly unsuited for such a task. I don’t know what you’re even thinking about.”
Runa looked back down at the table and took a deep breath. She squared her shoulders and looked Einarr directly in the eye. “Yes. Song magic is utterly unsuited to the task I have in mind… at least as it is typically thought of. There is another layer, however. A deeper layer.”
“Such things are not worthy of you, Queen of Breidelsteinn.”
“And yet it is an option I am willing to place on the table, Master Chanter.” She turned her…
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