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.