After the swell, the music slips back into an easy, flowing rhythm, like the gentle ebbing and flowing of the tide. Sinric's song dances among the foam, dipping in and out of the water, swirling with the bubbles. Emcee sways back and forth with it, lifted by the flute's breathy notes. Until once again they meet at the end, with a quiet bow to each other.

Emcee stills his fingers, resting on the keys until the notes fade away.

"Oh, now that was lovely."