"It's very different from the songs we had in Four," Annie admitted, knowing that the handful of folk songs that had survived in Twelve probably hadn't been so different. Lost loves, family. Toiling in the mines instead of at sea.

"I like most of them, though," she admitted after a pause. "They're very…" She faltered, screwing her nose up as she cast for a suitable description. "Full. They're like a book, almost, and every instrument, and the singing, they're each a page, all layered on top of one another."

Said like that, it didn't sound like a very pleasant experience, Annie realized, but somehow it worked. It was almost like music out of the Capitol, but much better. There was heart in these songs, and they still had all of the same common themes. Lost loves, family. There was even a particularly sad one she'd found about a fishing boat captain who was struggling to bring in a big enough catch.