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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Systole" data-source="post: 5561603" data-attributes="member: 93930">Daylily whistles to catch Quioan's attention, then tosses a small golden object to him.  As the other elf picks the item out of the air, the barbarian rolls his eyes and says, "Is catch-release tag on birdie, I am think.  Pfft ... silly city-mans lettings go of tasty foods.  So crazy."With that said, Daylily continues plucking the bird with a wide grin on his face, contemplating the succulent meal to come.  He begins singing softly once again in Elvish.  (For a very loose definition of "singing," anyway.)[ooc]Qik, check Daylily's sblock above to see the ring.[/ooc][sblock=Elvish "singing"]As I gaed up by yon vale-end,   When day was waxin weary,Wha did I hail come down the trail But pretty Aish, my dearie ?Her air sae sweet, her shape complete,Wi' nae proportion wanting, The Fetch of Love did never moveWi' motion mair enchanting!Wi' linked hands we took the sandsAdoun yon winding river; O, that sweet hour and shady bower[FONT=&quot]Forget it shall I never.[/FONT][/sblock]</blockquote>