Morwyn watched intently as Nahai's fingers moved on the body of the wooden flute. The Beorning woman played the song slowly, and Morwyn remembered the finger positions for each note. It was a sweet sad song, and Morwyn thought it was lovely.
After she finished Nahai passed the flute back across the table to Morwyn. Morwyn picked it up carefully, and held it the way Nahai had showed her. As she brought it to her lips to attempt to play, Nanna spoke from beside her. "Do you mind if I accompany your playing with singing?" Morwyn froze. She thrust the flute back toward Nahai and turned to Nanna with a red face.
"I don't know how to play it." she said quickly. "I'm sorry."
Nahai pushed her outstretched hands back toward her. "Try," she said. Morwyn put the flute to her lips and blew. Remembering the first note of the song Nahai had shown her, she began to play. The first line came out correctly, if somewhat slow and haltingly. Morwyn's eyes widened as she continued to find the notes with her fingers. Nahai smiled.
A piercing screech cut through the air. Everyone looked up and stared in the direction of the little group by the table. Morwyn put the flute down. Her face was beet red with embarrassment. "I can't do it." she said slowly to Nahai, and hid her face in her forgotten coffee cup.
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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