[b]"Erza? That's a strong name, that one."[/b] Rhiannon untangled her legs from the tree, somersaulting in mid air so that she landed safely on her feet (while using her hands to hold her skirt down for modesty's sake). She came over and peered more closely at Erza's work, admiring it. [b]"It looks even better close up, you're really quite talented, [i]bach[/i]."[/b] The Welsh girl said with an easy smile. She had noticed the other girl's nervousness and had thought it might be due to her sudden greeting but it seemed to be continuing.

[i]I guess being anxious is bad for the heart and soul so I can help her out a little, right?[/i]

And so Rhiannon began to sing:

[b]"[i]O! Iesu mawr, rho d'anian bur (O Jesus, let Thy spirit bless)
I eiddil gwan mewn, anial dir, (This frail one in the wilderness)
I'w nerthu drwy'r holl rwystrau sy (To guide him through the snares of lie)
Ar ddyrys i'r Ganaan fry. (On Canaan's way to Thee on high.) [/i]"[/b] 

It was an old song, more of a hymn than a song really, but it had a cheerful tune which, when enforced with Rhiannon's magic, would give anyone listening a greater sense of courage and would abate many fears they felt. Rhiannon smiled at Erza and sat down next to her, crossing her legs so that she was comfortable.

[b]"There, hopefully you feel a little better. It's all my power is good for really but at least it's something good. It's my first day here and I just arrived but I get the feeling you've been here for a bit longer? Anything I should watch out for?"[/b]