Trial 2 with 1/2 of it
The first bit was rewritten from 1st person present to 3rd person past, so it might be wierd
Of all the people she’d ever met, Nyra never thought Thomas would stargaze. He sat there, halfway up a tree, and stared at the stars. After a minute or two, he began to sing. The song’s in a language she’s never heard before, but it’s soft and lovely, and she can feel her heart breaking.
Thomas Riverson, she thought, the famous, ruthless assassin, stargazes-and he sings, too.
Nyra sat beneath a tree on the other side of the clearing, and listened to him pour his heart out to the stars. And for a while, it was the stars, and the beautiful singing boy and the beat of her heart.
As the sky began to lighten, he jumped down. “I know you’re here, Nyra,” he said softly.
“I know.” She got up and dusted her pants off. “Where’d you learn to sing like that?”
A blush crept over his cheeks. “My mother,” he admitted. “Whenever my older brothers were out, she’d sing. Eventually, I asked her to teach me, and it turned out I had a talent.”
“Did you ever perform or anything?”
“Nah. Most of the people in our village had strict ideas about what was for girls and what was for boys. Singing did not fall into the “okay for boys category, so”-he shrugged-“it was mostly a private thing”.
“Ah. Gender roles still firmly in place in the magic fairy world, too?”