Hey, Ashtoreth
said she didn't really have a stake in this race. She just thought her ideas were cool, and less likely to make a cursed, diseased stone that would make things worse rather than better. She squinted at Kaimana, ear flicking as she misjudged the tone as dismissing her ideas as bad.
Pssh.
She half-expected to be laughed out of there, actually. Her ideas weren't wholesome and good and useful, not a holy and lofty offering of perfection. She suggested jokes,
literal party tricks, but to her she thought they would be more broadly useful. And she was surprised, when out of all of them, the Blacksmith looked down at her, and picked
the suggestion of music above all else.
The noodle's pelt prickled. She wasn't one for stage fright, but she was put unexpectant on the spot. Okay, what songs did she know? What melodies could she play? The sudden pressure pushed her to go with something familiar. A song between her
and a close friend, her niece, her baby sister, the only gembound who really understood her on any level other than the surface. (Aure came close, maybe, but she put him at a distance, too.)
She stepped forward, willing the magic through her body. A split second later, she realized that the stone wouldn't necessarily go to her-- and she realized she didn't want to share this song with
anyone here. Her nose crinkled, and in that moment, she faltered with one paw held aloft.