Wings of Fury 2

Caulind was humming softly, at the beginning it was a little erratic, like he was searching for something, trying to tune in on a frequency as the jazzish style flowed apart before locking in on another point, a little deeper and smooth, like a river, a synchronicity beginning with Rozenn. At first, it was like another sense had been opened to notice Caulind, then it refined further as an innate understanding swiftly grew with the hum. A gentle pressure seemed to tap on her mind, and if allowed, that new sense seemed to suddenly click with her inner language.

<Hello Rozenn. I'm Caulind> Smiling goofily at going through the formal steps again as he held a bigger piece of meat in the air that the silver drake wrenched and pulled at like a gory pinata. <It is VERY convenient, yes. You have an interesting inner music, it took me a moment to figure out. My apologies if it feels a little crude or anything for now, it's never quite thoughtless at the best of times, especially with a new accompanist.>