"What's that little bitch wailing away for? She's driving me nuts!" an orc in the camp complained.
Perhaps music really did know no borders, but it certainly knew differences in age and race. The beautiful, delicate song that the elves enjoyed reached the ears of the ever-boisterous orcs, who found it far less pleasing and were even getting impatient.
Just as children did not necessarily like adults' songs, they would certainly rather listen to stories than hear someone sing. Quite a few orcs agreed with that complaint.
Amid the orcs' impatience and Yu Lin Bloodhawk's rapture, Ajetlia's singing gradually drew to a close along with the gentle, moving music, until the final notes faded into silence.
"Ajetlia, sing another one!" A sudden shout rang out from the screen in the silence.
The orcs were stunned, and so were the elves.
The voice sounded rather familiar. Who else could it have been but Mr. Yu Lin Bloodhawk, the proud bearer of two famous titles?
Ajetlia froze for a moment, then hurried off the stage, blushing.
The screen quickly cut to Mr. Yu Lin Bloodhawk.
His mouth hung open in bewilderment, making him look quite foolish. He muttered to himself, "Why didn't any of you join in? She sang so beautifully!"
The orcs burst out laughing.
The elves nearly fell over.
In Azeroth, listening to music was a highly refined and solemn affair. Making a racket was considered uncivilized.
Well... it was rather like Westerners attending a symphony concert, where formal dress was required. This was a battlefield, of course, and everything had been cobbled together, from the accompanying instruments to the performers, but surely that was no excuse for such outrageous heckling!
The idiot Yu Lin Bloodhawk's outburst was plainly very rude. Naturally, it drew sidelong looks from everyone, as well