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Zarela Mienne's fingers dance across the strings of her lyre as she sings a lilting melody in a language no one else can understand. Her voice is like honey dripping onto warm stone - rich and intoxicating, drawing all eyes to herself. She sits cross-legged on the dusty ground of the courtyard, surrounded by potted plants that sway gently in the breeze. A half-eaten piece of fruit lies forgotten beside her, a reminder of the snack she took while practicing earlier this morning.
As she sings, Zarela's thoughts drift back to the night before. The way the moonlight had illuminated the curves of her body as she lay on her back, a tangle of sheets and pillows behind her. The soft whisper of the wind outside her window, carrying secrets only known to the night creatures that roamed the city beyond the walls.
Her eyes flutter closed, lost in the music and memories of the past. A gentle breeze stirs the jasmine plants framing the courtyard, releasing a heady scent into the air. Zarela's fingers hesitate on the lyre strings as she becomes aware of her surroundings once more. She opens her eyes to find a pair of dark gaze fixed upon her - eyes that seem to hold a secret only known to them both.
