Where Maedhros came from sounded beautiful, Ariel thought as she listened. It made her sad to know he'd been torn away from such a place and left here in a concrete jungle by comparison. He mentioned bloodshed and Ariel was inclined to think that he meant there had been a war. That made his home seem a little less enchanting, but she didn't question it.
Ariel smiled widely back at him as he took her hand and lead her toward the pond, promising to help her wake the pond. "Do you know how to get to the sea from here?" she asked hopefully. She didn't. Ariel had missed out on the trip to sea with Isabela because of the flu and the invite for subsequent trips hadn't been offered out the way it had the first time.
Sitting down beside him, Ariel watched as he touched the water, listening to the hum. He was musical, too? She could see a friend in him already, but the idea of him being in tune with nature and appreciating music made her very happy. She joined in, singing her own tune softly, assuming that this was part of the process. She moved to lay on her stomach at the edge of the pond, looking down into the water longingly, wanting very badly to touch it, too, but unsure if she would interrupt his process by doing so.