He had mistaken the identity, the figure before him was not Regina, but a young Elf, fair and clean, with golden, shoulder-length hair, a face well-groomed and pristine, dressed in a bright red bard's attire, holding a small, delicate harp. In each movement, there was boundless charisma and grace.
The wind danced and sang around him.
In his handsome eyes, there shone a dazzling Divine Nature Radiance.
This young stranger was an incarnation of a True God.
As for which True God, one could guess without even thinking.
The God of Singing, Miliel, known as the King of Songs, Lord of Songs, King of Ten Thousand Songs, the protector of singers and bards, the caretaker of life in music, a true hand of the all-wise Oghma (a divinity belonging to Oghma, the God of Knowledge).
His main clerical role was song.
When a masterpiece from another world was sung in this one.
When a Fairy Song, by tens of thousands of fairies and hundreds of thousands of other creatures, resounded.
