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Lewis Wyllt does indeed recognise the singer's voice, as the red-haired pixie dances among and above the crowd on Pixie wings.

Fluttering over a green crystal lamp, Lewis spots Lellienth through myriad colours of the dancing Fae's outfits. Pausing upside-down, the Pixie exclaims.

"I knew it! Twas the Illusionist from the competition!"

Waving, the Pixie tumbles on into the dance. Almost shouting a greeting before realising that it would disturb the song.
Lellienth nods in acknowledgment, smiling, though she finishes the song, and passes her harp to an elf with a pattern of silver and black lines tattooed on her face, before she goes looking for the Pixie, dancing into the crowd with inhuman grace, born of elven reflexes, Eilistraee's blessing, and long practice.

Meanwhile, as she looks for him, the elf to whom she gave her harp takes up the task of providing music.