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Lucas nods again, once more translating her agreement, speaking to the spirits, and then he reaches down to the hand made clay pots in front of him, coating his fingertips in a light mix of pigments, ending up a dusky red shade. He lightly brushed the color over Danielle's left cheek and the side of her muzzle. "The first promise is made, the first part of the bond established." he repeated in each tongue.

He pauses a long while, listening to the next section of the story. Its one he's heard and practiced many times, but it still must be told first by the spirit.
"And as she grew, Tehya's relationship with the water grew. Though she was not a shaman, she thought she heard its voice, its strong voice in the spring season, rushing from higher lands. Its soft babble in the summer and fall, and the near stillness, soft whispers beneath the ice in the winter time, and so from young, she tried very hard to learn its song so she could sing back to her friends. And she found she loved to sing, for it made the gathering of water a friendly visit. The time of mashing food and cooking a joy, for when she burned her fingers she would sing the songs of cool water, and it would ease her pain. When she was long at work, she would sing the song of rushing waters and they would lend her their strength. And she learned the songs of her people, and the songs of the white men alike, only for the joy of singing, and to go to the water side and sing to her friends, trying to teach them the songs she had learned, just as they had given her their gift of song."

He takes a deep breath, eyes a little misty, hands shaking just slightly.
"She is sure that if she lends you her voice, it will remember how to sing. The words are not important, but she should very much like it if you would raise her voice in song on some days when you feel like it, for she is sure it would comfort her friends, and they have not learned new songs in a very long time. Danielle Hrimhrisdottir, for the second favor, she asks if you will come to the water and sing when it suits you, and perhaps sing when you are sad, or joyous, and need comfort, or to give voice to your joy, that her voice can remember how to sing again?"