Molly was surprised when Bridget said she wasn’t good at singing. Molly hardly ever thought in terms of “good” when it came to musical talent – either you got the point of the story across or you didn’t. If you were Ayorthaian, that was different. But everyone could sing; it was just a matter of matching the song to the voice.
“I’m not that good at story telling either. I always get tongue tied, especially when I don’t know what parts other people don’t know. I never know what to leave out.” Molly smiled to herself. She was much more likely to end up telling someone her whole life story if they asked her name than she was likely to not give them enough information.
“Of course I remember the songs! They were my whole life for years.” Molly hummed a bar of Rhyme of the Chivalrous Shark!. She was pretty sure that song would be okay for Bridget. “That’s one’s a song about a shark. And he’s too polite to eat ladies. He leaves ‘em alone or rescues them – children too. But he’s got a black heart and will gobble up any plain old sailor.” Molly beamed; she was fond of that particular song.