His voice was like absinthe, calling to her soul incessantly from across the sea- no one else heard him, no matter her insistence that his was the most beautiful she had ever heard. He, like her, was neither from here nor there, but Elsewhere.
"How can you understand him if he is not from here?" they would ask.
"It matters not the understanding of the lyric," she would reply, "the song speaks to me loud and clear."
They would look at her, shaking their head, thinking at last the madness had taken her. Ah, but such sweet madness, she thought as she danced to the song in her head. She would surely go mad should his voice be silenced, so she dared not shut it out, ignoring the other's whispers and mockery.
He had the mark of the Old Ones about him, the Ones that had come before the humans that despised and ridiculed her, the Ones who knew the Song of the Trees and Sang with power and grace and magick. The moon was her light and he was her moon, his voice the stirring of stars within her that burst out of the sky like comets, raining stardust upon her hair and upturned face, making her glitter and glow with power as she laughed and danced in the cool autumn night.
Those that witnessed her at these times were both awed and frightened by her behavior- they felt her power, yet refused to accept that it was there; they sensed her benevolence, yet insisted that she was somehow evil. What they did not understand, they sought to destroy, but found out quickly that she was not one to be conquered so easily.
For his song lent her a power, his voice channeled a strength that would not be thwarted. And as her voice began to sing his songs in concert with his, in his own tongue, that force was increased ten-fold. She could only sing bits and pieces for now, but those she could were indeed a joy to her heart. When she finally learned by rote the other parts, could sing but one song fully without stumbling over the lyric, she knew a force would be awakened in her that was beyond imagining.
She knew those who were deaf to him would then be deaf to her, yet she cared not.
For she knew the only one she cared to hear her song was the moon that watched above her.
