Tressa turned to face Corrin, the sheet music still in hand, offering a smile as per usual. Unfortunately she wasn’t much of a singer, nor was she actually capable of reading the music herself, so she shook her head in response to the question.

‘I’ve never learned how, but it does sound like a lovely song! It did seem rather... special, I suppose, compared to a lot of other things on display here, so it caught my interest.”

Her attention diverted to the dress stationed beside the music itself.

“What about this dress?”