And Piper plays, just lightly playing at the start of a cantrip, but not quite - less than a yearning, less than a covetous feeling, less even then taking a fancy to something. More, just a soft reminder. Of love for the sea, for family. For laughter, for the feeling of strength when protecting, the cool wind through oak trees. Letting it wind through the air and touch Siv though it filters past them all. No words needed, she just plays... and mixed in the the soft freestyling is a few chords of the ode to Rivervale, as she hangs back, letting them go where they need to go.